GRRRRRR, grass stains on my white capri pants.....stupid chickens!

I have 7 wayward birds that insist on squeezing thru the 3 by 3 inch squares in the electric fence....teenage birds (one has grown too big to fit and stays put).....and they go rummage in my garden, which is fine, since I am not selling what is in there....it's gourds and not edible stuff, but, I don't want them in contact with wild birds, especially during migration.....darn things....

I chase them back 4-5 times per day, and no, I can't put in any more fencing. I just took down that plastic snowfencing stuff, that kept them in but pulled down my electric fence poles. Ugh....I am almost ready for chicken soup, but these chickens are so pretty, I want them for chicks next spring. I think they will have pretty chicks....if I keep a few, which hubby says is not happening, but, you know....wooops. I think I need a few replacements, don't you?

Anyway, I am tired of running thru the asparagus yelling rwwwarrrr, and shaking a stick, then running round and round the fenced area, still yelling with my big stick, then catching these wayward youngsters and dropkicking them over the fence....(ONLY KIDDING) they are nicely launched into an orbit that lands them safely in the middle of the run....these are my pretties now, I wouldn't hurt them....not even a feather is missing. They are petrified of me, and the others come to me when I say 'chick, chick, chick, chiiiiiiick.' What a dilemma. This was the batch I got later and the older bigger chicks kind of pick on them, no matter what I do....they are not real mean, they share the coop and food, but they just act like 7th grade girls.

Chickens are not so different than people. This is more entertaining than watching CNBC. No?