I too am dealing with brats. It has taken me an hour to get them all back into the Chicken Palace. They don't need to go to bed - just into the runs so I can close the door and go in myself before I am completely eaten by the mosquitoes.
Bernie and Babs are reasonably easy to get to come in even if they have wandered far away because they hear the rattle of the tin cup and know there are sunflower seeds to be had.
But the littles. Oh dear oh dear.
One comes in and two go out. Two come in and three go out. Aaargh!
I realize now how much Eli was helping me in the evening by calling them in.
I need a tennis racquet or a rake to herd them.
I finally got them all in (or so I thought) and was leaving to go inside when I spot Piglet far outside the electric fence.
She has discovered where I was moving some rocks earlier and there were lots of woodlice/pill bugs. No tin cup was going to disturb that feast.
I try shooing her - but how do I get her in without losing others?
What a nightmare!
Everyone is in now. At least I think so. And I am ready for a very stiff drink and my bed. I really need to think about how to handle this better without Eli.
Maybe an early evening routine of mash for supper so they all get used to coming in a bit earlier.
She nearly gave me a heart attack this evening, but she is cute!
Piglet up in the butterfly bush not at all sure how she is going to get down!
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