This afternoon Vince had enough! He went around the chicken yard and found every possible spot through which he thought Miss Hattie could be escaping and he fixed them. She got out again and I saw where it was so he fixed that. I probably should not have told him that I saw it! When he put her back in, she ran to two or three spots and they had all been fixed. As of bedtime for the chickens, she had not escaped. I feel bad for her. She’s so used to spending all her time outside the run. I can let them all out when Vince is at work . . he reluctantly agreed to that . . but she isn’t going to feel special any more.
I’m not any happier about this new development than Miss Hattie is but . . I understand Vince’s frustration with her wanting to stay in the shop. I think it’s just because she’s so darned nosy and there are so many crooks and crannies and boxes in there. She loved checking it all out. Oh well . . she’s stuck in with the rest of the lowly chickens til Tuesday!