Despite locating the chook's house away from the fence, despite clipping their wings, the damn chooks keep flying out.
So, I thought I'd get smart.
Whilst the fence itself is only about 1m high, I put two strands of wire above the fenceline, bringing it to almost my height.
Michael and I were watching this morning as the two chooks flew to the top of their chookhouse. One of the chooks looked, and squatted down in preparation, then stood and looked again, and squatted, and did another check.
Michael and I started humming the theme of Indiana Jones whilst we watched. I felt gleeful, thinking, "Go on, you little f..... eathered friend, just try it". I was looking forward to the chook hitting the wire and bouncing back into the pen.
The chook looked, took the appropriate measurements of wind speed, takeoff lift.... and flew up and over the wire!!!!!! BASTARD!!!
Back to the drawing board.
I think I'll design a range of ball and chain weights for chooks and sheep.
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