This morning I was bent over picking up the hens waterers, when I heard a flutter of wings and felt one of the Red Sex Links land on my back. I called out to OldGal and she started laughing. As I suspected, the hen was roosting comfortably on my back, pleased as she could be. OldGal came over and took her off while we both laughed.
I took the waterers out, and OldGal went in to fill the feed troughs. She bent over, and predictably in hindsight the same hen jumped up on her back.
I took the waterers out, and OldGal went in to fill the feed troughs. She bent over, and predictably in hindsight the same hen jumped up on her back.