This morning DH and I worked on the chicken run while the boys played in the yard with the swing set. DH had this idea to wrap the bottom x amount of inches with plywood because of the snowfall here (yes, we're still burying wire). So, we got (average) 2-3 ft tall plywood wrapped around the bottom of the run. We finished half and decided to go out for breakfast and see a friend. When we got back, I took the boys outside and pieced shut the rest of the run and let the chicks out. THEY LOVED IT. I had them out for two hours... They hunted bugs, sand, dust bathed, scratched, teased and jumped on each other and large rocks. They were really having loads of fun. Although the run's half covered in shade, it was getting hot out there, so I decided to call it a day for them and bring the kids inside. Let's just say I'm going to have to add 'Chicken Wrangler Extraordinaire' to my signature. Those little stinkers found holes I didn't even know were there! Some even jumped the dang walls!! They ran threw the woods, under toys, hid in the weeds... you name it. They did NOT want to go back inside. I was getting so paranoid letting them out of my sight to catch others since I heard a hawk start calling. I was like my chicks are going to get eaten!!! AHHHHHHH! Oh gosh, if anyone would have been watching me, it'd have been hilarious for them, I'm sure. Wrangling 32 chickens is not fun. I'm out of breath and roasting my tail off!