Our son left the door to the hens' garden open and he'd also left
a trail of treats on his way in, so Len the Hen - ever the opportunist -
followed the trail of treats and ended up outside her garden. I don't think she
realised for a while as when a chicken has her head down eating, she doesn't
appear to notice much else that's happening.
Finally though, she realised something was
wrong: namely that there was a wire fence between where she was and where she
wanted to be. She didn't join the dots with the open gate a few steps away so
we thought we'd better help her figure out how to join her friends. Her
friends, by the way, were being very supportive by huddling in the
middle of their garden with stretched up necks watching keenly.
Our son picked Len the Hen up and of
course I couldn't resist a pat and a chat which she didn't seem to mind too
much, but when we put her down, she ran squawking to her friends. What's the
bet she was saying, "Guess what happened to me!"
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