If you've seen the movie "Chicken Run" (and who among us hasn't?) you know it's about a flock of chickens who are constantly plotting their escape from Tweedy's Farm. While Mrs. Tweedy doesn't believe that the chickens are capable of planning anything Mr. Tweedy isn't quite so sure. After what happened yesterday I'm inclined to agree with Mr. Tweedy. At least our quackers are most definitely not only organized, but capable of planning.
It all started when I went out yesterday to change their litter. Now in the past I've forgotten to close the door and the girls have shown no interest in leaving the pen. Oh, they'd walk over to the sliding glass door when it was open, look out and that was it. Turns out, they were setting me up. Yesterday I'd left all the doors open, and when I was putting some litter in the corner furthest from the door and my back was turned they made their break.
In mass, they went running and quacking through the door. Without any hesitation whatever they turned left, went to the next sliding glass door that was also open, turned left again and went out into the porch. On out the back screen door, turned left and ran over to the chicken run. Sunsinger was already there to meet them. All non-stop with no missed turns what so ever. I'm convinced that they've been planning this for weeks.
They than stood there visiting through the fence with Sunsinger while OldGal and I picked them up one by one and returned them to their pen.
It all started when I went out yesterday to change their litter. Now in the past I've forgotten to close the door and the girls have shown no interest in leaving the pen. Oh, they'd walk over to the sliding glass door when it was open, look out and that was it. Turns out, they were setting me up. Yesterday I'd left all the doors open, and when I was putting some litter in the corner furthest from the door and my back was turned they made their break.
In mass, they went running and quacking through the door. Without any hesitation whatever they turned left, went to the next sliding glass door that was also open, turned left again and went out into the porch. On out the back screen door, turned left and ran over to the chicken run. Sunsinger was already there to meet them. All non-stop with no missed turns what so ever. I'm convinced that they've been planning this for weeks.
They than stood there visiting through the fence with Sunsinger while OldGal and I picked them up one by one and returned them to their pen.
