All I have to do is let the chickens out in the morning, so that they can spend the day pecking for trifles in the grasss. I scatter some cracked corn under the bushes to give them a better peck-to-success ration. Then, as dusk comes, I wait for them to file back into their shed and I close the door. You can’t herd them, you just have to wait till they go in of their own accord. I’ve gotten in the habit of bringing my white plastic chair over to Nan’s yard and waiting for them to be done with their day. If I don’t close the door, the chickens may be attacked at night by raccoons or foxes.
Ah, there they go now, filing into their enclosure. The hens are big and brown and fluffy, and their back parts are white with chickenshit and egg laying. The rooster is small and iridescently blue-black. I guess they mate all night, I don’t know. Theres’s a faded sign on the door that says “Every Birdie Welcome.”