Nothing Starts the Day off Right... looking out the back door and seeing a chicken stroll across the driveway.  I moved them to greener pastures yesterday, but apparently the wings I trimmed about six weeks ago have grown back sufficiently to allow them to fly over the fence in search of even better food. Achieving another developmental milestone, Ella, 5, helped me catch those it was possible to catch, and helped hold the wings out for me to trim them.  Presently, seven of the nine are back in the pen, and the other two, which were too wild to catch, were decorating the porch of my husband's newly built Man Shed with their droppings. 

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