Why is chicken chasing NOT an Olympic Event? Today after seeing my twenty, 4-month-old buffs flying over the fence, I decided to do a little wing clipping. These are orpingtons and normaly come running to me and peck at my feet looking for treats. Today, however, I walked into their run with net and though they had never seen such a contraption in their short lifes, they proceded to flee from me like I was some demon from you-know-where! Who would've ever thought chickens could object so strongly to such a minor procedure? I began to run, chase, swat and SWEAT, oh, did I mention it was 96 degrees here today? Did I also fail to mention I'm a 235-lb. tub of lard? Well to make a long story short, I finally rounded up all twenty after they flew from fence to fence and pen to pen. Some flew out of the pens entirely and had to be chased across the yard. I guess I should be glad they didn't decide to leave the 80 acres we live on!