When the chickens still had the use of their yards, before winter set in proper, there would be escapes.
Then the other chickens would stand at the fence. HEY! How’d SHE get out there? She’s got all the grass! Once I was working on the deck and a chicken came strolling by. Once HW hollered up “Hey, there’s a chicken out here!” Prancing by the house.
Chickens like eating ice.
They’re so pleased with themselves when they’re out by themselves (Excuse me, I’m free-range. I’m ranging!), it’s a shame to chase them back in, but necessary. They’re confined for their protection in the shoulder season. Hawks and owls are hard at work.
The grass is always greener. The grass gets evenly trimmed exactly six inches on the outside of the fence.