So, the chickens are supposed to head to bed each night in their nice, secure chicken coop. Last evening when I went out there a bit early they were running around like, well, chickens (heads attached fortunately). Wings flapping, legs pumping hard, heads up. Heads up? I hung around in the pen trying to see what they were doing and finally realized they were chasing itty-bitty flying bugs. Hilarious. And surprisingly loud. Not the clucking - the stomping. They sound like they weigh 80 pounds when they run. Thump! Thump! Thump! Really fast. Finally, it got dark enough that they decided to roost and wham! All of them ran for the coop at the same time. Up the step, ruffle the feathers, leap up to the first roost bar, ruffle again, up to the next bar, and then push and shove until they're occupying the smallest possible space on the same bar. I shut and locked the door and they settled right in for the night.
Silly chickens sure make for good evening entertainment.