My Hamburg hen, Houdini, gets out daily to lay her egg in the garden. I’ve checked all the places I think she could get out, and blocked them, yet she still manages to get out.
This morning, watching her stroll around the garden, Larry said, “Harry Houdini said he could get out of any place he could put his head through. If you look at the size of Houdini’s head…”
No need to finish that sentence, I guess. And relative to her body, Houdini the chicken has a much smaller head than Harry!
BTW, it’s surprisingly hard to get a good picture of a chicken. They never stop moving around!