I caught my rogue chickens! Broody’s adopted children have decided to de-coop themselves and run wild. They roost in the trees. During the day we have two factions. Broody’s Bunch I call the Chooks. Kevin and the babes … well I’ve been searching for a name. It’s very much a Westside Story. Every once in awhile we have a rumble. For days I’ve been singing Chookside Story songs. “When you’re a chook you’re a chook all the way. When you first peck that egg to your last dyin’ day.” And “Chikitaaaah. I just met a chook named Chikitaaaah.” I’ve been feeding The Chooks daily closer and closer to CoopaCabana until finally, they waltzed in for their breakfast. So I shut them in. Then I got Kevin and the babes in. And there they were. The two gangs worked it all out quickly and spent the rest of the day scratching for bugs. When it came time to roost, everyone snuggled in except The Chooks. One Chook escaped through a hole and Brent helped me get her back in. I mended the hole. We turned to go settle in for the night when Brent said, “Jean, look.” There in the trees was one of The Chooks. Soon to follow was another Chook spreading her wings over an eight foot fence for an evening roost in the trees. The Chooks flirted with captivity and now they’re back on the prairie. Tonight! Tonight. I’ll catch those chooks tonight!