It’s been bucketing down with rain all morning, yet all four chickens have been blithely pottering around the pen for most of it. Truly, their ways are not our ways.
And then Vi seized the opportunity to mount a third daring escape attempt, and this time I was able to grab my camera before shooing her back into the pen. Her new friend flew off as soon as I’d got close enough to be a perceived threat, leaving Vi to wobble unsteadily for a few seconds before making a fairly ungainly descent to rejoin her fellow chickens. We’re making every effort to keep them safe from foxes, but she’s not doing herself any favours.