Vi er alle glade. Ugleungerne fordi de ikke skal indfange høns i tide og utide, Uglemor fordi hun ikke skal reparere lågen og hegnet en gang om ugen eller mere og hønsene fordi de endelig kan kratte i bedene og nippe af græsset.
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Some days ago all the hens had once again escaped. This, but not the dramatic part of it, has been happening with depressing regularity ever since. Next day all seven hens were once again somewhere in the garden instead of in their designated place. MotherOwl once again repaired the door, and Marsupilami showed MotherOwl the hole thorough which he just saw another hen escaping. It was repaired as well.
Then we agreed that now it is starting to become cold, dark, and rainy outside, the Owlets do not enjoy being in the garden so much. The hens did not seem to agree, so now MotherOwl has had an extra chore added to her list: Let out the hens to roam freely in the garden when they had had time to lay their egg. And Minimax is not only supposed to get the eggs, but also, with help from scraps from the kitchen pen up the hens for the night.
This seems to work so far. Everybody is happy. MotherOwl do not have to mend holes or doors once or even twice a week, the Owlets do not have to hunt for hens whenever they decide to run away, and of course the hens are happy as well, they eat from the grass and scratch in the flower beds.