For the last few weeks our chickens have been truly "free range." Or at least "free backyard." Jay wanted to see if they would be sufficiently motivated by food to return to the pen after he let them out. It worked, mostly. They seemed to be more motivated by dark than by food, but at least he didn't have to put any of them back in by hand. Had that been the case I would've gotten out the video camera.
It's getting easy to tell which ones are the males. They're the ones who square off and play "My neck feathers are bigger than your neck feathers." What they don't realize is that they're actually auditioning for a spot on "My Kitchen Table."