Maybe a week ago one of the Leghorns snuck out of the chicken house behind my back and got chased by Laddie. Yesterday it happened again, less dramatically. She ran around being annoying for a few minutes and then just walked through the gate I held open for her.
This morning she – I’m pretty sure it was the same bird – nearly got decapitated trying to dash through the door before I could close it.
Why does a chicken whose only wish once free is to rejoin the flock become obsessed with escape?
Scratch that – if raising chickens has taught me anything, it’s that asking “why are you doing that” is always a waste of time.