Honestly I can’t believe it took her this long to figure it out. Our part russian blue part mutt cat Lucy finally figured out how to get into the chicken yard. Considering she can climb the wooden posts from the ground all the way to our second floor deck, and any tree in our yard, the hop up and over our gate was easy-peasy. My husband just happened to look out the window and see Lucy running madly around the chicken yard. He rushed out and immediately she feared for her life. She ran faster, trying to find a quick escape…what’s that? a ramp? perfect! She lept up into the coop, terrifying Teeny Weenie, silkie Willie-blue and our largest Barred Rock who were enjoying the heat lamp on our chilly May afternoon. Thomas managed to shoo her out of the coop and finally scruffed her and hauled her into the house. Lucy. You’re grounded!
No worries, I checked the chickens and none seem injured (although they were all a bit shaken up) and came running to me chirping when I came out to the chicken yard. Good thing my husband saw her when he did or Dinner may have been a feast for a feline instead of us.