So there I am.  It’s a little after 7 am, my beautiful girls are curled up on the couch watching a little public television, and I head outside to do the “chores.”  The chicken coop is not yet attached to the chicken run, thus the birds must be placed in a box and taken to the run where they are released for their day of frolicking.  This has gone very well until today.  I got 4 of the 10 into the box while the other six decided to detour the box and go straight for freedom.  Awww nuts!  There they go.  Now exactly what am I going to do?  I try to catch on at a time, but they are too fast and they keep herding away from me as i approach them, so then I think I can just get them to walk to the run.  No such luck.  Eventually I get a little nervous that they will slip through the fence into the neighbor’s yard, so I run to the door and ask Meg to come out.  So, the two of us herd the chicks back and forth around the yard and eventually pick up one or two at a time and get them into the box.  Safe!  Enough adventure for me - I need to get a cup of coffee.