Had a close call today. This morning at around 6:30 I went out and because of the nice weather we've been having, moved my small flock of five bantams from their winter coop/run into the chicken tractor that I move around our yard. This was a little out of the ordinary routine for them because since it's been cold I've been letting them spend their days in their winter quarters, but four out of five of the birds still went into the tractor with very little trouble. Martha, however, was different (Martha's always different!). My tractor is an old trampoline frame covered with hardware cloth, and instead of going in the door like the other chickens, Martha ran around the outside perimeter. I had to chase her around the whole frame to get her to go in the door. So I closed and latched the door and went inside about my business. Around 1:30, I decided I'd go out back for a little "chicken therapy." I walked out towards where our coops are, and Billina (our favorite chicken and the sweetest girl) came walking up to meet me ...L O O S E! I think what happened is that she slipped back out of the open door in the tractor while I was chasing Martha to get HER inside. That's the only thing I can think of. I checked the tractor and I can see no place a chicken could squeeze herself out. When I think of how we've had stray cats lurking around our neighborhood, not to mention the possibility of hawks, and how poor Billina was out there in the yard all those hours by herself...I'm so grateful nothing happened to her. Moral of my story? I'm counting my chickens now before I latch the door.