Escape to victory

By some spying (hence the very poor photo) I discovered how the hens are getting out of their enclosure.  Henrietta goes first, and jumps through the narrow gap between the top of the gate and the wire we put higher up to stop them jumping out!

They were locked in because TallGirl possibly maybe saw something that might have been a similar colour to a fox.  No sense of safety, these hens.

Jamila left this morning, and we decided to break the rules and have a farewell hug.  She has been a very easy guest to have in the house and my encouragement to her to come back any time was very genuine.

Later, it was hot and there was work.