Honey goes to Grandma's

When you are a special chicken who has divorced her flock and has chosen to live the (exotic if rather dangerous) life of a free bird...

Special arrangements must be made for you when your human protectors leave the farm for any length of time:

In this particular case, a visit to Grandma's was just the ticket. Roxy, my farm pup, acted as navigator and co-pilot (she knows this trip by heart!):

Upon reaching her destination, Honey immediately jumped out to determine grass quality:

She's not a light packer, this girl. She comes with a lot of baggage:

Honey wasn't entirely convinced she would enjoy the smaller roaming area and proceeded to fully explore her boundaries:

Fortunately, my step-dad made it his number one priority to ensure that Honey would, indeed, stay put in her new area. He made sure every hole and tempting escape point was properly sealed:

Roxy was very concerned that she, too, would be left to spend time in the new Honey-yard. See her at the far end of the run? Not happy:

I needn't have worried that Honey would have any problem with the new arrangement. After she performed her walk-around and confirmed that all her "necessaries" were where they should be:

She settled right in to her important daily task items of grass-eating and bug-catching:

...just like back at the farm.

And Roxy navigated me straight back home where we could get other things ready to go...: