It's an expression. It's an experience.
Personally I prefer the expression. The experience of chasing chickens has become irritating. Just as the sun is going down and things are settling in for the evening I'm out in the yard literally chasing chickens.
We're getting better at rounding them up. We circle around them and hold out our arms and walk slowly in the direction we want them to go. The plan is that they'll saunter towards the gate to the chicken yard and through it. Mostly though they run crazy, squacking like Godzilla's after them. Then they veer in the wrong direction--not towards the gate. And then we start all over again.
Most of the chickens are well behaved and know the nightly drill. They go back into the coop where there's food, water, and perch. But we recently got 5 chickens from my folks. They had too many chickens for one coop and they didn't want to run two coops all winter long. Three of those are finding our coop and chicken yard agreeable. Two still prefer the woods.
I haven't been able to spy their forest hideaway. Hopefully the foxes and coyotes won't either.
Chasing Chickens Nightly,
Me & my kid crew