Whoever said looking after chooks was easy has never done it.  “Just chuck out some feed and collect the eggs”… as if! 

Chooks need military precision!  They need routine. And if they don’t get, by God, they’ll let you know about it. This is the mudmap I do when looking after Dad’s chooks.  Do I overthink things? Probably. But what if one naughty hen pecks another and that one flies into the next pen with some others it’s not meant to mix with? Disaster! The boys have names, ‘cos they’re easier to distinguish. The girls in age groups for now.