DH kindly spent a large chunk of yesterday getting the garden ready for today: Freedom Day.
He removed and carefully folded all the top netting, storing it safely for when it will doubtless be needed again. He tool down nearly all thealuminium poles which supported the netting, leaving just the ones which make the entrance into the Gitls area.
He pegged out chicken netting to provide a corridor from the run door to the area that we're giving them to range in, an area they haven't been on for nearly a year. He went round a secured the bottom of the netting, to try and prevent our under-escapees from doing their tricks.
He cut the grass, as it was really long - too long for chooks.
This morning, we let them out, and had to herd them down the corridor.
Within minutes, Fay was out.
She knows full well that she isn't meant to be out. If we open the door to go out, she runs off and jumps back in to the correct area,
This continued all day, with DH eventually boiling over in frustration.
He is, understandably, worried about the stuff in the veg beds, and the grass seed that he has sown elsewhere. It's no help fencing those areas off, Fay will still get in. Clipping a wing makes no difference. Nothing makes a difference.
And now it's 3pm, and they are all huddled in one bit, where they can watch for the kitchen door to open. They want their evening treats.
And I'm off to do that now.
