While liming the chicken coop, Rufus just couldn’t resist slapping my unsuspecting butt cheek, leaving a chalky white handprint on my black leggings. He finds this to be quite entertaining. The chickens and I are not as amused. Rufus built them a little temporary enclosure until we can get more fencing done. The young birds are not so sure about coming outside yet. Their last venture out of the coop didn’t go so well. They crowd around the door, stretching their necks out, but not actually exiting the coop. Maybe tomorrow they’ll work up the courage.