Since it was late in the day, the whole flock went into our fox-proof coop, with the usual settling-in biffo. Honey immediately came out on top...scared of her intense, don't-mess-with-me demeanour.
Determined not to see my son's pet fly away, I found an old fishing net and climbed the nearest tree until I was eye-to-eye with Honey, who was peering at me suspiciously.
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