Houdini is out again tonight. I don't know how she does it. Our chicken coop is an enclosed area within an outside shed, with a chicken door leading to the outdoors, and a person door leading into the shed. All of the other chickens stay where they ought, but not Houdini. Somehow, Houdini spends her nights in the greater shed, kicking up dirt and pooping everywhere. She lays eggs in inaccessible places. When I come out to feed the chickens in the morning, she squawks for me to let her out.
She never lets me catch her. She can fly.
I hate that chicken.
Hate is such a strong word. Don't you secretly admire her tenacity and independence?
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