30C grey and sticky. 5 hours split shift. Everybody came out both morning and afternoon and nobody looked very comfortable even in the shade of the tree. Fret found a spot in the fruit bushes and Henry and Carbon headed for the shade box after a brief forage.
I've got a bit of a problem that in other circumstances might be an opportunity.
When it gets close to dusk, I refill the water bowls and the feed holders if necessary so everyone can top up before going to roost. The chicks are used to this routine and are even used to me sitting in the chair throwing rocks at the rats who come out at this time.
Yesterday evening and this evening and the evening I posted the chick tree hugging, the mostly white chick has jumped onto the chair I sit in. The first time I went the cute route and thought no more of it. Yesterday I thought a bit more about it because the chick settled on the arm of the chair and Fret sort of fretted around the chair until the chick jumped down. This evening the chick jumped onto the chair and then on to my lap.
It took until this evening for me, human, to reach that 7 year old intelligence barrier.

Pushing my intellect to the absolute limit (maybe eight years old

) it occured to me that the chick has been watching bucket boy, knows bucket boy is the main provider of food, touches mum, Carbon and Fret without anyone breaking into hysterics, helped them up the ramp for the first few days and is possible the one to emulate. Big bucket Boy chicken roosts on chair; that could be the spot. I did with a lot of luck get a picture of the chick getting down. When I move more than breathing or a bum shuffle it's off.
Having reached the lofty heights of eight year old intelligence I thought I would attempt to do what humans have massive problems with and that is put the scorecard intelligence to some practical and positive use. I excelled myself even if I do say so and went and sat on the extension roost bar. Bugger me if the chick didn't hop up beside me.
Being of a scientific bent and of a rationalist nature I reasoned that if I got into the coop and onto one of the roost bars; even if I just perched my bum on it, then perahpps the chick would follow suit. Unfortunately while I could just get in the coop, mostly, there is no way I could get my bum onto the roost bar.
Needless to write I'll be apply for my MENSA membership at the earliest opportunity.
This is the chick circling around the chair looking for the best flight path.
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This is the chick jumping back to the ground when I moved to get the camera in position.
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This is both chicks who have hopped off the roost bar onto the ramp at the insistance of mum Fret.
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The rest of the day.
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