Friday, November 30, 2012

Why did the chicken cross the road?

On more than one occasion, we have gotten emails from neighbors asking everyone to keep an eye out for an escaped chicken. I think we have gotten more of those emails than from people looking for cats or dogs. That's the sort of goofy neighborhood I live in and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Today, as I pulled up to our garage, I noticed a little black hen nonchalantly crossing the alley.  My immediate thought was, "I wonder whose chicken got out. . . I'll have to call around." Then I started wondering how far from home chickens really wander and tried to figure out who the closest neighbor with chickens was.

Yes.  I am really that slow.

After a moment, it dawned on me that I know that chicken. I pulled the van to a screeching halt, dashed out into the alley and yelled "CHEEPERS! What on earth are you doing in the middle of the road!?" She was so startled to hear me call her name that she stopped dead in her tracks - not that she had been moving that fast in the first place- and let me pick her up.

I immediately called my husband and requested that he not leave the chickens loose in the yard when noone is home. I'm pretty sure he was at least mildly entertained by my frantic "ohmygodthechickenescaped" phone call.

We have no idea how Cheepers broke out today, but I'm pretty sure she was wandering around trying to figure out how to get back INTO the yard with her sisters.

I guess since we have established why the chicken crossed the road, we'll have to start working on which comes first:  the chicken or the egg.

There is Cheepers, in the back. . . safe and sound back home again. Camilla is the tail in the very front and Miss Piggy is the buff looking very suspicious of the camera. That's Shirley photo-bombing in the front. I'm pretty sure she's smarter than the dog.  The other three are dumber than the houseplants.

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