A week ago I was all concerned that my little blue silkie "Jethro" was getting knocked out of the brooder each day. Poor little dear, he must be getting knocked out because there's no way an itty bitty 4 week old silkie could be getting out by himself. Then I realized that a.) it's kinda hard to be knocked UP the 18" sides of the brooder and down the other side and b.) even if it were possible, there's no way it could happen every single day. So little Jethro now runs with the big dogs (er, chicks) that have taken over the screened porch. Problem is, *insert sarcastic tone here* poor, POOR little Jethro can't possibly have what it takes to jump back in the brooder at the end of the day. Thus, we spend 30 minutes minimum chasing his little....fluffy butt (silkies are evil and fast!) around the porch to put him back in the brooder at night. Last night I decided to keep it simple. I'd wait until full dark and then locate Jethro, snatch him up and put him back in the brooder. Only when I went out to do so, I found him back in the brooder. Okay, okay I'm getting old. I either put him back in already and forgot about it in the end of the day chaos or DH did it and forgot to mention it to me. Tonight I caught myself a little rat, er silkie. I step out the front door and what do I spy but Jethro in action. He jumped up on a little block of wood next to the brooder, from there to horizontal bar on the motorcycle jack, from there to the upright on the jack, from there to the seat of a porch chair, from there to the side rail of the brooder! Why is this little twerp torturing me?!?! I've tried to live a moral life! Why must he torture me with his evil silkie ways???? I'm betting his next trick will be around the age of maturity, when Jethro lays an egg.