The “kids” and I are getting along fine now that they know who is really in charge.

Okay…so it took a little prompting. All I had to do was hang my cast iron skillet and a pillow case in the coop. I told them the choice was theirs. All of them need to come in the coop at the appropriate time in the evening.

After looking around and considering the alternatives; fried chicken or a feather pillow, they had a hen session and decided “life isn’t so bad after all.” We are still doing fine and they are minding their manners.