The chickens are out and about. They're getting acclimated to their yard, they follow each other in and out like cattle, they're acting like, well, chickens I suppose. The first night I had to capture each one and put them inside before they killed themselves trying to bolt through the wire fencing to escape. The second night all went in when I opened the gate except one, who I had to capture before she killed herself trying to bash through the wire fencing. We're making clear progress.
This morning when I opened their door to the yard they followed each other out like it was old hat, proving my neighbor at the market right. He told me that they follow a routine well and once you show them a new one, they have it down in 2 or 3 days. I'm glad because I don't really like the looks of their necks straining to squeeze through the fence, nor do I want to chase them around every night. Come winter that might get old.
These chickens are a good daily reminder of what life is like at it's most basic level. That food and water, shelter and protection from danger are all they really need to survive and thrive. That wants don't even enter the picture and that they already come with all the internal programming they need to have a good life. The difference between us and them is that basic instinct is all they listen to. Today I'm going to try to be more like my chickens. Don't laugh.