I've always love the term 'Walkabout'. It has it's roots in Australia.
I don't know where I first heard it.
It was either in The Man from Snowy River or Crocodile Dundee.
It is defined by Merriam Webster as:
Eleanor (Roosevelt) and Ruth (Bader-Ginsburg) have decided they must talk privately about matters of state.
And by privately, I mean a quarter mile (or more) away!
My chickens have always roamed, but these girls are taking it to a whole new level.
They walk all the way across my pasture, through the neighbor's pasture, around their house and into their back yard.
They scratch up the neighbor's flower beds, leave 'presents' on their pool deck and look in windows to see who is home.
It is a mystery that I have no hope of solving.
They are not going over to some secret egg-laying site, because they dutifully walk all the way home to the coop to do that.
There are not super secret snacks being provided by my neighbor.
In fact, my sweet neighbors are worried that the girls will either get in with their dogs and get killed or be taken by coyotes or other predators that live just beyond their property.
"Here Be Dragons"
I'm a practical chicken owner though.
If they get eaten, they get eaten.
You cannot tie a chicken to a chain in the backyard.
I have asked my neighbors to chase them away when they see them.
I am also trying to figure out ways to keep them on the property.
One way is to keep them in the chicken run for the better part of the day.
It's a very large run, with lots of things to eat and places to scratch and bathe.
However, Ruth can still get out of the run.
Eleanor has given up "flying', and so is stuck in the run.
Thankfully, Ruth isn't wont to wander so far without Eleanor's company.
Still, why all that way?
A mystery that will never be solved.
Any chicken whisperers out there?