This past Thanksgiving my entire family was over the house. My neice loves the chickens and takes care of them while we are gone. We had just gotten two new RIR mix hens and she asked if she could hold one of them as they were "so fluffy". Well we had dinner and I realized that it had gotten dark and I had not gotten a hen for Grace (my niece) to hold. Fortunately Lilly wasn't roosting on the bar yet. She was sleeping in the nesting box. I would go every night after dark and move her to the bar. I figured I would just grab her from the nesting box and let Gracie hold her for a bit and then put her on the bar.
I went to the nesting box scooped up Lilly and headed to the back door. When I reached the back door, Grace, who is 12 saw Lilly and came running to the back door. I was going to have her hold the chicken outside but my mom said bring her in. I can't tell my mom no so I brought the chicken into the house.
Our back door opens into our dining room. With the dining room table opened all the way up, it almost abuts the back door. While some of the food from dinner had been cleared, not everything was put away. So we are crowded at the door with Grace, my wife and Grace's brother James wanting to see Lilly too. I hand the chicken to Grace and she is holding and petting Lilly. Everything is Great. Grace is very good with the hens and Lilly is doing very well. Then James starts with "I want to hold her, I want to hold her". My mom intervenes again. "Let him hold her". No one can say no to my mother, Grace starts to hand Lilly to James. She does well, gets her wings tucked in and James is holding Lilly fine. Until......
Until, my wife sees that Lilly has a claw hooked in James' shirt. She reaches over and unhooks the claw in order to keep a hole from happening. Lilly then slips down through James' arms. She immediately starts to flap her wings. I am trying to get past everyone to grab her but all of the bodies are in my way. Lilly is airborn and lands on the table. She immediately looks to exit the area by the door and proceeds to run down the length of the table. Right through the Cherry Pie. Now I have a chicken on the loose in the house with cheery pie on her feet, headed, I am sure, for our brand new carpet. Fortunately, the woman that helped to create this mess, my mother, was standing at the end of the table when Lilly got there. She grabbed Lilly and held her until I could get there.
I took Lilly out and put her on the roost. My sister in law thought we could just "cut the footprints out of the pie". I however, felt differently. When Lilly woke up in the morning, there was a whole Cherry Pie (my favorite) for her and her flock mates as a reward for putting up with us silly humans.
Here is Lilly, the Thanskgiving Chicken.Edited by BY Bob - 4/23/16 at 7:06am