
These feathered dinosaurs will be the death of me.
I am sitting at my desk on a work Zoom and out of the corner of my eye I see movement outside.
It is Maggie marching purposefully past the window. I drop everything and run outside shouting ‘MAGGIE!!!”
“No need to shout” she says as she meets me by the garage.
I pick her up (very carefully because she is molting) and deposit her back in the chicken yard and am relieved to find everyone else is there chowing down on cucumber.
I have no idea how she got out. Theoretically she could fly out as the deer fencing is only 4’. But nobody has shown any inclination to do so before.
She is remaining silent in that topic (though not on any other topic).