LOL! Thank you for the demonstration! From one of those links I jumped to another that demonstrated the hue and cry that resulted from one member of the flock escaping the fence. Hooboy! Nevermind, don’t need that! (Altho the contented hens saying their “come back” was kinda soothing.)
I used to live within walking distance of my parents’ house, and I would occasionally walk down for a visit with my dogs alongside. The collie I had at the time loved both my parents. One autumn day we walked up while Dad was gathering leaves with a backpack blower. He shucked it off but was still wearing a dust mask so dirty it matched his skin. To the collie I suppose he looked like some kind of alien - she’d have nothing to do with him till he removed that too. Funny at the time how much it freaked her out.
Bump hoping for good news......