The Destroyer Chicken

The Destroyer Chicken of our flock is the same as the Explorer Chicken. We call her Christine because she used to be a great explorer like Christopher Columbus, which caused us a lot of trouble but we still found Christine's adventures unique and inspiring. Not any more. Now she turned into a real Destroyer Chicken.

Christine in the act of destruction.

The thing is that we are trying to revive grass in chickens' old run so that chickens can move back there from the current run (chickens are supposed to use the two runs in turns so they don't run out of grass).

In order to speed up the recovery, we went to great pains to till the soil and plant seeds of clover and wheat varieties, which we know are chickens' favorites.
We had put hours of work into this, so we expected that now in March - when days are warmer and weeds are waking up after winter delirium - the first signs of green carpet would soon appear in the old run too. But it still looks like this:

Not very spring-like uh?

It's true that chickens had thoroughly wiped out all vegetation in the four months they had used this run. But still. We've put so much work in tilling and sowing the seeds. I've kept watering the whole damn plot. Where are the plants???

Then I found out: 

Christine was taking care of a large portion of them. She cold-bloodedly sabotaged our work. There is nothing inspiring about that.

She has been evicted multiple times but keeps returning to the forbidden area.

She's after these small sprouts that come out of the seeds that we had planted.

The whole plot should be full of them by now, something like this:

This is what it looks like these days in the back of the farm (a No-Chicken Area).

When caught in the middle of her sprout eating session, Christine makes her poker face and clucks: "What's up dude?" (Okay, I don't know if they have the word "dude" in Chickenspeak.)
She can't seem to understand that the fact that she can fly over the closed gate doesn't mean she should.

By now I gave up and decided not to invest any more time into the grass cultivation, other than occasional watering, and leave it to Mother Nature, and keep evicting Christine from the forbidden area every time I find her there (several times a day.) The only lucky circumstance for Christine is that although she can inflict considerable damage, she alone can't eat up everything. She's able to slow down the recovery process but not thwart it.

So we decided to take it easy. Lucky you, Christine.