When we finally opened their pen door and let them free, Rialey was very concerned that these chickens were not where they were supposed to be.
She took it upon herself to herd every last one of them back to their pen every time they would try to leave.
It took some serious convincing on my part for her to stop harassing these poor young ladies and let them free range with the rest of the birds.
This dog's brains and instinct never cease to amaze me. Somehow she recognizes that these particular chickens are different from all our other chickens and knows exactly where they belong. She will also get upset and alert us if a bird ends up in the wrong pen at the end of the day.
One pouting English Shepherd.
Whenever I have to really get on her about being overzealous in her farm duties, Rialey drops into a down wherever she is and stays there pouting until I call her in. What a goofball.
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