Unrepentant chicken

My adventurous problem child, Molli, figured out that of she pushed the door with the window hard enough, she could get out. (I have to put the locks, but thought I had more time.)

I walked out this morning to a very cold, sad and repentant chicken on the roof of the coop. She chirped mournfully at me and got herself into a huddle of feathers and legs. I picked her up, snuggled her and warmed her little feet.

Once I let the other girls out, the long cold night was quickly forgotten for imaginary turf wars and food fights.

I guess I'll have to get the lock on today. She wasn't really repentant. Just looking for sympathy.