Now that Florence (Australorp) and Milly (Cream Legbar) are spending a bit more time out of the nestbox, Tilda has decided she wants to be a House Hen.
At every opportunity, she squeezes and squozes her rotund chickeny frame through teeny tiny gaps, and comes skipping (which is the best way to describe her off-balance loppity run) up to the house. If the back door is open, she simply jumps up on to the step and into the kitchen, burbling away happily.
DH was mowing the back garden today, and rearranging the fencing, so we had a couple of mass outbreaks of hens on the lawn. Each time, Tilda made straight for the kitchen, to me.