The morning my entire flock decided to fly the coop
I was making coffee yesterday when I looked out my kitchen window in Portland and saw zero chickens in the run. The gate was shut, but all eight of my birds were just gone. My heart dropped. I ran outside in my slippers and found them having a party in my neighbor's prize-winning vegetable garden, scratching up his freshly planted lettuce starts. He was standing on his deck, arms crossed, not looking happy. I had to herd them back one by one, which took about twenty minutes of pure chaos, because my Barred Rock, Bertha, kept leading them in circles. Turns out a section of the run's hardware cloth had rusted through near the bottom, and they'd all squeezed out. I spent the rest of the morning patching it with some new wire and a bunch of zip ties. Has anyone else had a full-scale jailbreak from a tiny, hidden weak spot?