My dear husband made a lovely fenced corral for the girls.
Of course you know what happened. One of the red girls– I call her Lucy, after the famous red-head–quickly flew over the fence. In short order, one of the Golden Girls learned that she enjoyed joining her. It really wasn’t a big deal; neither hen went far, but the point being when we do get a garden going, we want to be able to control the hens. So it was wing clipping time.
We learned to clip their wings from the following excellent YouTube video. I was as nervous as I had been to give my horses shots, but just as we did then, dear husband held the chicken while I did the deed.
So far we’ve only had to do the wings of those two wild girls. Now we’re all a lot happier. At least I am. I’m enjoying plenty of room to linger and watch the girls in the golden dawn. I find it good for my soul.