Well wouldn't you know it? As soon as I report the girls are balking at bedtime they make a liar out of me.
Last night at nine-thirty, which is well past dusk and getting pretty dark by then, I strapped on my head lamp and grabbed a cup of yogurt and went out to the coop to herd chickens. There were none to be found. The girls had taken themselves to bed, so I locked up.
I guess they've figured out the ramp because they came down for breakfast, which is where I left them this morning. But this evening when I came home and asked how the girls were, Steve said they were fine, he'd brought them more water and greens (and they were appreciative). He also added that when he brought stuff out to the compost pile this morning while his breakfast was cooking around nine o'clock, he looked in the window and they were all in the coop.
Which means, of course, that after breakfast, they are going back to bed.
They really are teenagers.