As I was getting ready for work this morning, one of the chickens (Gertrude) successfully flew to the top of the box and perched there, clinging to the box edge with its chicken-feet, surveying its domain - the bathroom. I shooed it back in, but by the time I had brushed my teeth, Wilma had done the same thing.
Yikes! Our chickens can now fly the coop! We have free-range house chickens! Not good.
Meanwhile, I have about 12 solid hours of work remaining to do on the coop, plus numerous supplies to buy before they can go outside. I'm feeling the pressure, all right.