Catch me if you can

Laurel and Hardy have extended their range even further and when neighbours from the next village are reporting sightings of our love sick Peacocks it was time for action. Except as there was a distinct lack of peacocks it was a difficult problem to solve. That was until Hardy reappeared long enough to be captured and placed in the old goat house, much to his disgust. Laurel has yet to be found and if he was anywhere near the last place he was reported as being he is in woodland in another country/county.
Randy peacocks were not the only birdbrains causing havoc. The silky bantams were moved from the A frame run to the more luxurious surroundings of Stalag 14. I say more luxurious meaning deeper mud, a choice of two huts and a couple of trees to vandalise. As yours truly built the A frame chicken coup with only one door, and that door being only big enough for birds, getting them out was a slight chore. It turned out to be a test of reflex and memory. My reflexes and their poor memory. So food was placed by the open hatch, curious chicken has a look and was "disappeared" if I was quick enough. The witnesses to this dramatic exit soon forgot and came back to see the seed and so on until there were only three birds left who were a bit more intelligent than your average hens. I finally managed to to reduce the number to two and handed the furious hen to my beautiful and oh so patient wife who thought the best way to help was to let the bird go which immediately legged it.
 In the confusion the remaining two seized the day and ran out of the coup and hid. So began the highly entertaining pastime of catch a dinner. Swiftly they were rounded up, after several encounters with brambles and nettles on my part. The one who was now having the born free moment thanks to MBAOSPW not being a cricketer suddenly became the master of camouflage. Quite how a radioactive while hen merged into the verdant (ahem) greenery of the garden was truly astonishing. Putting the disappearance down to either A)Fox B) Cartoon Dog C) Time Travel we gave up the search only to spot her as we took cover from the seasonal hailstorm. Not wanting to lose sight of her again the weather was ignored and the less than cooperative bird was cornered and frogmarched back to her fellow detainees.