Chickens Have No Memory

Despite the drizzle, wind, and tornado watch (ugh), Kenzie and I just finished covering the chicken run with bird netting. I'd show it to you, but it's almost impossible to see it, especially in a picture. This was one of our fastest projects ever. We opened the chicken door, and those idiot chickens just pop back outside as if their comrade never existed, let alone became bird food just four hours ago. And that evil bird of prey is still circling overhead. I bet if she had a slingshot, Kenzie would take care of that thing in short order.