Adding to the Flock.

You wouldn't laugh if you'd tried it, Danny.
The ganged up on me this morning and scattered in all directions before I could direct them to their day run. Rattling corn and calling "Here chook,chook,chook" n a clucky way had no effect whatsoever. I gave up and had a coffee, then went to find them. They were at the furthest end of the garden, in the bit I laughingly call "the Plot" where the beans and courgettes grow.
I had to catch each chicken and carry her back to the run - then go and catch another one until all 3 were safe. Mrs Brown made her own way back as usual.
Once the last one was in, I closed the gate and gave a sigh of relief.................but not for long, Dora the Explorer, Sticky up tail Bert flew up to the top of the gate and landed on my arm. Might have to teach her to talk next!