I am a very regimented person. You know liking to do everyday things at the same time every day. So naturally I turn the chickens out of their run at 7:00 every morning. 6:00 in the summer. I over slept by an hour and a half this morning. I get up grumbling about how behind I am already while getting dressed to go let the gang out. I walk to the run and there all of them are standing by the door, squawking and in the case of one hen almost honking at me. I felt like you do when caught by your parents doing something you know you shouldn't be doing and being told "I should be sooo ahamed of my self". I felt totaly and thouroughly cussed out by my twenty-eight feathered parents!