This morning about 6:45, I let the red hens out . . right on schedule. Roscoe was still up in the top of the tree crowing . . right on schedule. As soon as I let the hens out, even though they’re inside the run and Roscoe is outside the run, he flies down out of the tree and spends his day prancing around the fence, wishing he could visit with the hens.
About 8:30, as I was leaving the house heading over to the sewing room, I looked out there and what did I see? Roscoe and a red hen being all intimate! Wait a minute! How did you get out? Never did figure out how she got out but I left them alone to enjoy their time together for a while and then I caught her and put her back in the pen. I found a few possible areas of escape and fixed them so we’ll see how long it takes her to outsmart me.
Roscoe is back to prancing around the fence . . wishing for another visit with the hens.