I did end up letting the brats run, but I rounded them up so I could get some tea and chillax.
There is no chillaxing for me out there, nothing but a steady stream of either misbehaving mini derps getting pecked in the head then seeking cover under my butt....or....Jerry just being Jerry.
He's taught Homer how to steal crap out of my pockets and taught everybody how to steal lit cloves.
Yes my boy turned them all into theiving smokers.
I only have 3 a day, their shenanigans get old quick.
But today is the first day iv'e noticed everyone's eyes changing from green to orange, except Homer still baby green there.
Plus though Prince is doing really good, he's thrown out a couple normal pecks like they do but he's starting to sneak in some little wing dance brat herding too.
He's cute, he was in their place last year so he's treading extra lightly on upsetting the weird looking hen that raised him too.
I sat in the coop doorway, good view of the heathens.
This was my view, Prince trying his butt off on the right and Homie begging on the left.