Meat/ Meet?

After the chickens finally tasting freedom yesterday today was the first time trying them with the dog in the garden.

We stayed out with him and there was a lot of ignoring each other, a bit of checking each other out but generally all went surprisingly smoothly... until this evening when the sound of snapping teeth and squawking flapping meant sausage boy wasnt playing nice so in he went i am afraid.

No harm done but certainly points out he is not to be left on his own with the girls, the good news is though that we now have at least 6 slugs less then we had this morning, they appear to be chicken crack cocaine.