The Great Escape

It turns out that one of my chickens is a HUGE Steve Mcqueen fan.  Over the course of several weeks, she plotted a daring escape plan that eventually led to her getting out into the yard several times a day.  While initially amusing, with the amount of dogs and other critters in the neighborhood, it was not the safest way to pass the day.   

The Web-Mistress grew tired of constantly chasing her back to the coop and eventually decided something must be done.  When I arrived home from work on Tuesday I was met by the backyard butcher and a pair of scissors.  She confidently described how easy and effective the process of clipping a chicken’s wings was and since we had previously marked the runaway bird, we set about the task.

Everything went according to plan and appeared to be done painlessly.  All good!  Over the fence the bird went and she dropped like a rock.  It must have worked!  The next day I got a call from home.  Steve had yet again flown the coop.

Looks like another trip to solitary.

Andy