You'll have to click on this picture to see the naughty ones. They're hiding under the Mountain Laurel tree, hoping I won't see them.
We have a rule at our house, chickens on the outside of the iron fence, family on the inside. There's just something about getting out of the pool and stepping in chicken poo that is unappealing to most folks. As you can see, the fence doesn't quite reach the ground. I've got all sorts of stuff rigged up to fill that space. We've had high winds, and I suspect the things I've used to block the space has blown away.
My biggest fear when they breach the fence is that one of them will fall in. They don't seem too concerned.