Tuesday, April 08, 2014
The Chickens Take a Walk
So, I went to bed and dreamed of various terrible ways a chicken could be killed. In the morning I was afraid to let the remaining chickens out before I had made a thorough check of the fence, so I was sitting at the table contemplating what the future held for me in terms of chickens. There was a knock at the door. I opened it to a woman I did not recognize. She told me she had three "roosters" in her yard, and couldn't think of anyone else they might belong to. Of course I was thrilled and followed her down the street to her house. Bonnie, Dottie, and Polka were pecking contentedly on her back lawn.
If you know chickens, you won't be surprised that it took us over an hour to capture them all. I drove my car to her house and tossed them in the back seat one by one as we caught them. The fact that they survived the night seems like a miracle, but I guess most predators are still hibernating.....or at least not hungry. As a thank you, I delivered a dozen eggs to their savior.