Walkabout

Sometimes, the grass really is greener on the other side of the fence.

In anticipation of spring, I let the jungle chickens out of their pen to explore before Virgil arrived. 

They had places to go...

Things to do...

 And trouble to find...

After their adventure, they went home for a nice nap in the warm sun and dirt... 

...and finally bed. 

Night night little chickens.

It's a good life.