The other chickens have accepted her as one of them and will let her travel with them during the day to find food. When it comes time to roost, they jump on my back and use it as stepping stone to get in the rafters of the barn. They have shown her and shown her, but she just goes back and roosts on her bowl.
The Keeper has to make sure she is there every night before it gets dark to catch M. P. and put her in the tack room. The chicken spends the night in a large bucket with a blanket cover. It's pretty funny when you think about it, a chicken in a bucket? Get it? Kentucky Fried Chicken.
This would not be a problem if the chicken was a little more cooperative. The Keeper or the Sire has to trick her to catch her. It is pretty entertaining to watch. They put one hand out in front of her and wiggle their fingers. She is so entranced by the fingers, she freezes to to watch the fingers. That allows them to scoop her up. When they do, she screams like they are killing her, every single time. I'm worried about that chicken, she seems a bit incapable of learning. I guess she is just a special chicken. The Keeper apparently rescues chickens as well as horses.
We will keep you informed of M. P.'s antics as time goes on. Until next time. Happy Trails To You!