Ever since the sudden & unplanned exit of the Maxster, the feral chickens from the pasture next door have decided that they can now travel where they wish with impunity. They're in the garden... on the lanai... in the driveway. They eat the freshly fallen avocados before I can gather them. Now I've caught them jumping high in the air to attack the ripening stalks of bananas.
Something had to be done.
Enter Chester, six & a half week old, blue-merle australian shepherd. In a few weeks, he should be just the thing to keep that noisy flock at bay.