My next-door neighbors are out of town, and one of their chickens has repeatedly decided to make a break for it. Because of the slope described above, looking out my kitchen window puts me about eye-level with the errant chicken roaming out front. Twice so far this morning, I've done the Bird Round-Up and put her back in her enclosure.
If you're now expecting Rockyesque chicken-chasin' hilarity, you should brace for disappointment. I'm not dumb enough to chase chickens through mud, wet grass and wet fir needles. On a slope. And if I were, I'd never admit it on these hallowed pages...
First off, I befriended her with a handful of cereal. Kix, in this case. Then while she's pecking away, I just grabbed her and dropped her back over the fence. OK, the second time she got loose she did elude my first grab attempt, so I just slowly followed her until she got herself cornered between the fence and the barn. The trick is to not move too fast. (For an apt comparison, picture the knife-fights in Dune). Easy-peasy, but I did suffer a very minor scratch on my hand from one of her
Parenthetic: I just did a Google image search for "Warrior Chicken" but none of those pics quite captures the ferocity I've had to deal with. As usual, use your imagination. Maybe I need to remind her that our turkey this year isn't all that big and I might begin to hunger for more flightless fowl later tonight.
Suffice to say, I will not be punked by a chicken!
So what are y'all thankful for? I have a lot, but here's an abbreviated list:
- The elder of the two grandkidlets is at the other grandparents' place for the holiday. Half the noise/mess/chaos!
- Moody's has upgraded my financial prospects from "incredibly hopeless" to merely "uncomfortably tight"
- While the next-door neighbor has a six-pack of chickens, he only has one rooster and he does not "Barackadoodledoo!" at dawn. In fact, he's basically silent. I should dress him in a little mime costume.