Ants bite

Yesterday while my feet were being bitten to death, I looked up to see my entire flock of chickens calmly and determinedly marching out our front gate. They acted like they knew where they were going! Jackie (5 11.5/12yo) and I herded them back, but goodness! Why travel an entire acre to go who knows where? Especially when you are at the bottom of the food chain. Dumb clucks.