Don't look up

Tonight actually dropped below 50 degrees, so that meant one thing: fire. As I was walking back towards the house with a handful of logs, I had this sudden sense of foreboding, but it wasn't clear why at first. Then a second later, I looked up and realized I was standing right below 3 of my very healthy chickens. Their demonstrations of health are distributed all over my yard. Anyway, these 3 chickens have always roosted up in the tree limbs, ever since they had enough feathers to fly up to the first limb. Their nightly ritual is a 30 minute routine starting with "flying" onto the fence or the lowest limb and slowly hopping their way up to their "spot". They've slept in that same spot for a little over a year. The heavier girls have to make due with sleeping on top of the coop. And only one lady has realized the nest boxes are quite cozy on cooler nights.