It was bound to happen. The kids left the back door open, and we were all outside today. Then we heard, "Mom! Daaaad! The chickens are IN THE HOUSE!" With visions of a mountain of poop on the rug and clouds of stuffing pecked out of the couch cushions, we ran. Luckily, our freshly dust-bathed girls didn't get very far and only left us a nice trail of dust on the floor. Whew! What sort of trouble have your chickens managed to get into inside your house?