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The other evening, when I went out to close up I did a cursory glance in the shed and went in to the run to close the pop-hole. I was just about to lower it when something caught my eye in the darkness – there – sitting with her back to me was Hetty roosting on the top of the garden chair we have in the run so we can chill out with the girls. She scared the absolute crap out of me!
She actually had the audacity to turn round and look at me as if to say “YES? Can I help you?”
I lifted her down and put her through the hole thinking about the forum member who lost a chook one night after shutting up without doing a proper head-count and left someone outside who wasn’t there the next morning then. At the time I had wondered how on earth she could have not spotted someone missing.
Ever since, I have done a one, two, three, four, five, six before locking up. I count to six so often now that I’m not sure that I know what comes next.
One. two, three, four, five, six, ‘nother one??