It's 10 o'clock; do you know where your chickens are?
Remember that public service announcement that would come on just before the evening news?
I looked out my back window this afternoon to see my neighbor's two handsome young roosters strutting and making passes at a few of my Black Star pullets.
These seven girls are my rebels anyway, always escaping the safety of the 4-foot-high fence that surrounds their designated pasture. The fenceline on the side between us and our neighbor's horses is just a little lower than the rest and they've figured that out. Daily they hop over into their pasture, go up a few yards and hop back over into my yard.
I regularly have to go out after dark and escort them all back into the henhouse because they can't figure out how to get back over the fence. Like most rebellious young'uns, they are not as clever as they think they are!
The boys see me coming and go hide behind the compost pile, pretending to mind their own business. They seem to know better than to cross the Mama.
That's right boys, you get on home now! It's quite a piece to walk back up the hill to their own territory.
I suppose if I ever want to hatch some chicks, it would just be easier to borrow their roosters than put up with one of my own. Haha.
Undoubtedly, they'll return. These wild pullets of mine were definitely flirting back!
The neighbors also have a 3-year-old son who occasionally comes over for a playdate with Ava. Twelve years from now, he'll probably be sneaking over here too. Gonna have to keep an eye on that one! Just kidding! ;)