Lately the chickens have been trying to sit on higher and higher perches. They sit on the air conditioner, the lawn chairs, the canoe, and the coop. Last night at 9:15 5 of the 6 chickens were sitting on top of their coop. I think they wanted to stay there all night balanced on the roof there. Offspring #2 and I went out there to convince them to go to bed inside the house. We pushed them with sticks but they clung to their lofty perch. We had to pick up a couple and put them to bed manually. Once Dwight and Angela got in the coop the rest of the chickens followed. But before we got that far, one chicken, Kelly, decided to roost on Offspring #2's shoulder. There she sat like a pirate's parrot, very content. Man, were we laughing!
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Aargh! Avast ye matey.
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