The new chickens are keeping all of us on our toes. I caught the little daredevils sneaking under the front yard fence
into the pasture this week, necessitating a stopgap to prevent any catastrophes.
The fence modification is keeping the chickens in,
but it's also blocking one of Johnny's favorite escape routes. He's not pleased.
Johnny: Just because I'm able to leap tall fences doesn't mean I enjoy it.
Should I waste one of my lives on this?
Maybe this will work like a ladder...
...or maybe I'll do a face plant and she'll feel sorry for me and get rid of the damned plank.
Better yet, maybe she'll get rid of the damned chickens.