This morning I went out my sliding glass door with my hands full, a cup of chicken food in one hand and my cell phone in the other, and of course I was wearing my pink robe and some flip flops. Well, I stepped out and my foot slid. I banged my knee on the concrete. Wet chicken poo+concrete= banana peel! Now if I could get my chickens to sit somewhere else besides the back door. You would think they would want to run around our huge backyard, but no they are content watching the backdoor. I guess they think they are our security system.