In For the Night

Around five o'clock I rounded up the chickens for the evening.  They were performing their various chicken duties around and about: scratching, pecking, nibbling, and pooping.  Occasionally they will run or squawk depending on what they see around them.  At round-up time the young ones and Weezy run for the coop because they know (I think) that they are getting treats.  Bill (despite her great appetite) and BB slowly meander, stressing about snow, until I chase them.

Then they get going.