It's morning - hooray!

Heading out the release the chickens each morning I can expect one of two views when I open the door - all of them on the floor, pecking at feed, and lining up at the pop door waiting for it to open; or this one:

Good morning! 

Prepare to launch!

Cowabunga!

My turn? 

Freedom!

All six do this. Not always - sometimes they sedately hop down the stacked perches instead. But the mornings I'm treated to flight school? I have to think of the movie "Chicken Run"...