I was sitting on the swing in the backyard yesterday researching reasons why chickens lose their feathers. I’d been there for about ten minutes when, all of a sudden, I felt something sniffing my leg. I looked down and saw that it was Kristof, who was supposed to be confined to the fenced-in area. Befuddled, I turned to see if anyone had let him out, but both gates were secure.
I put him back in the fenced enclosure and returned to the swing to see how he escaped, but he just sat there smiling at me. I figured he wouldn’t do anything while I was watching, so I aimed my phone in his direction and turned my head to face the chicken coops. Satisfied I couldn’t see him, he quickly made his escape and ended up right beside me again.