The hens go marching in

 The girls are very adamant about gathering at the door at 7pm almost on the dot and demanding to go in to roost for the night in their dog crate on the front porch. What’s wrong with the rabbit hutch-turned-chicken coop (which you can see the end of with its entrance ramp), you ask? “We don’t sleep there, we lay eggs in there! Like, ewwww!” is the best I can figure. Here’s my mother going through the evening routine with the girls. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.

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