Who knew that one could become so attached to chickens! It seems you name something, spend time working how to tell one from another, and WHAM!! you are hooked. So when I came home from picking up SM and discovered Charlotte sitting on the pool fence (ie NOT in the coop) and Ginger nowhere to be seen, I was quite upset. A quick scout around with the torch (flashlight) did not reveal the illusive chicken. SM patted my hand, and said, "Don't worry, mummy. We'll find Ginger tomorrow."
Hubby came home and did another quick search. Nothing. Conclusion: she escaped and was living the high life or a neighbours dog got to her...
The next morning I went outside to let my girls out of their hutch when I saw Ginger running around in the pool area - where she had obviously spent the night. I was most relieved! Needless to say, as soon as hubby woke up, the chickens has their flight feathers snipped.
1 comment:
OMGosh...that is so funny. but so TRUE. I get attached to all critters under my care. I had a couple chickens once and loved them like pets. I'm glad you found Ginger!
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