The Great Escape has taken place.
Half my pullets dug under the wire, were running around naked in my back yard, and were doing chicken shenanigans in front of the neighbors , as they were working their garden.
I called them and the shameless fowl just giggled like school girls and headed for a honey suckle thicket as fast as their yellow little feet would carry them.
The ones in the run were no help.
In their avian language they urged the vagabonds on with cries of "Power to the Poultry" and "Let My Chickens Go".
This weekend the 8X8 coop will be finished to the point that they will have more permanent dwelling and confinement.