Behind my house is a business where one of the chickens - I think Gracie (I still don't know their friggin names, all I know is the bigger one lays her daily egg in the morning and the smaller one lays around eleven) escaped to yesterday. But one of the workers chased her from their yard and fortunately I was out back and he let me know she flew the coop (which is a first for either and I hope not an evolving trend). We talked for a bit about chickens, and although he didn't have any, he grew up with them.
I need to add some fencing to the top of my wooden fence. Someone told me that where chickens can discern the top of a perch (like my wooden fence five feet up) and that they will fly to it, whereas something like chicken wire is much more effective as there is no defined top to it. So basically, the two feet of chicken wire works much better than the five feet of wooden fencing for the chickens in my yard.
The picture was taken an hour ago. The clouds have returned to Bellingham, and it must've been above freezing yesterday, as there was no ice on the chickens' water.
Looks like Tahoe is getting pounded as we speak. After living there for two ski seasons, a four foot dump was not uncommon.