This. Keeps. Happening.
I guess this is how it goes when you free range your chickens and are used to keeping your doors wide open. Please take special note of the guard dog in the background that could be keeping this from happening.
This is, incidentally, my husband’s chicken breaking point, apparently. When I started talking about getting chickens, he said nothing and sighed. When I started reading books on having chickens, he said nothing and sighed. When I announced that I was going to the feed store, with or without him, to get baby chicks, he sighed and came along. When he was volunteered to help build the dreaded coop, he swore a lot, but made it happen. Yet this is where the line has been drawn. Chickens. Do. Not. Go. In. The. House. Is it bad that I think it’s hilarious when the ladies just drop in unannounced? Because it is. It just is.
Now, this is just sad. Chickens don’t like banishment. I think we’re going to have to repair that rip in the screen, though….I don’t like the way Gertie is looking at it.