Every morning when I get up, the first thing I do is let the chickens out – not only because I want them to be happy, but also because I care about the neighbors, and the chickens start talking very loudly when they aren't let out.
But every once in a while, Pocohantas and Chanteclaire stay on the roost, screaming (clucking) their fool heads off – until I come out and physically lift them off the roost and toss them out into the chicken yard.
What it is that gets into their heads, whether they suddenly think they just can't jump all the way from top roost to bottom to box to ground, I don't know. A death wish?
Chicken for dinner?