We worked from 6 am to 2 pm on this new, Clark proof, enclosure. We lead him in. Jon and I hopped on the tail gate ready for a show. All we needed were a couple of beers for real hillbilly entertainment! I tossed some scratch (his favorite morsel) on the oposite side of the fence where the chickens attatcked it with vigor. "Here we go!" I said followed by a devious and satisfying laugh. Clarck approached his new fence. Gave it an unceremonious sniff then went back and laid down. "WHAT?!"
3pm- still in and not trying to escape his solitary confinement.