The geese pour out of their safe and secure little gooseyard like water from a pail when I open the gate for them first thing every morning. But, what's this?!

A wiley hen who has ingeniously allowed herself to be swept out of the gate in the midst of all of the wing flapping and honking. Generally speaking, I think the hens heave a huge sigh of relief when I let their unpleasant housemates roam free outside of the chicken yard. This red hen may be reveling in her freedom right now, but she hasn't thought this one out, because I don't have time to catch her and put her back in the chicken yard. LIttle does the escapee realize that she'll be keeping company with a gaggle of vile web-footed beasties all day long.