Rolling up and putting away all the rolls of electric fencing(check!). Putting away tools and covering garden ornaments (done!).
Louie came over and helped me pull the chicken tractor (home of the old ladies) up onto a protected spot between the sheep barn and the hay storage shed. The funny thing is, at the end of the day, when it was time for the ladies to go back to their coop, they headed down the slope where their chicken tractor had been for the past few weeks. And they got confused (“What happened to our house?”).
Then they saw me standing at the top of the slope waving like mad and clucking the way I usually call them to a tasty snack. So they came up the slope. No snack. But it was bed time. They went to their old place, and stood looking at the coop door (closed) and the gate into the penned chicken yard (also closed). And they began to waddle back down the slope! Muttering “bird brains!” (well, they are birds), I laid a path of corn kernels all the way to the door of the chicken tractor. That finally got one of them inside. And – whew! – the other three followed. There was a lively conversation from inside the chicken tractor once they settled in:
“I say we should have looked some more down the slope.”
“What for? We are home now, aren’t we?”
“Oh shut up and go to sleep!”