At lunchtime, I feed the equines a snack, then pen up my Wyandottes (who have free ranged all morning), so the next group can get out for the afternoon. They used to meet me at the barn and shadow me to the coops, but now my Wyandotte entourage is waiting at the gate every day.
We walk to the barn together, where they supervise as I hand out the hay, and on exiting the barn, I must pause to hold open the barn door for one laggard silver laced hen, the same girl every day. Then we proceed to the coops where they obediently file into their pen. Such devoted chickens. Is it me do you think? Or the handful of hen scratch I bribe them with?