- Sep 26, 2013
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Dear Mille Fleur Leghorns,
The day I brought you home, I watched a sister of yours amble down the lane and give your current owner a run. I thought she must be especially brave.
I didn't know that you would make me practice my throwing arm to perfection. I didn't know you could fly to the top of our very high garage and be dumb enough to just sit there like hawk fodder. Chicken legs served hot and ready up there! I didn't know you'd be impervious to the softball sized rocks I toss - hitting the garage roof right beside you. I didn't know that it would take throwing a 2 x 4 30 feet in the air to get your attention. I didn't know you would be that different from my other birds. Are you completely oblivious to the family of hawks that live in the neighbors trees?
I know that you think your spots are camo. Keep in mind they are not. I can spot you out of your pen from 200 feet away. Your profile is different little miss, the spots won't hide you from my eagle eye. And the Silver Laced Wyandotte looks nothing like you. I know you like company for tea and corn cakes but please stop. By the way, how did you get miss Wyandotte INTO the fully secured, covered-with-bird-netting run that is attached to the little hen house with locked doors? Since I, as a human with opposable thumbs had to wait until she was in the nesting box and lift the lid to get her out, I'm fully flummoxed how you managed to get her in. No, don't blame it on her. She's not the smart one of the bunch.
I now know that watching your sister lead the pack the day I brought you home should have been a red flag. But the last few weeks have been a bit much. Now I see you are burrowing underneath the hen house. The hen house sits on the ground for a reason. You've burrowed so much it is starting to list. We are going to have to invest in concrete anchors. Oh, and yes. I did notice the egg you laid under there yesterday. Did you notice my daughter laying on her stomach fishing it out with a stick? Oh yes, opposable thumbs win, EVERY TIME.
Little miss MFL, you are too small to make a decent soup so you might be the only bird on our property that is officially up to no good. That is all.
The day I brought you home, I watched a sister of yours amble down the lane and give your current owner a run. I thought she must be especially brave.
I didn't know that you would make me practice my throwing arm to perfection. I didn't know you could fly to the top of our very high garage and be dumb enough to just sit there like hawk fodder. Chicken legs served hot and ready up there! I didn't know you'd be impervious to the softball sized rocks I toss - hitting the garage roof right beside you. I didn't know that it would take throwing a 2 x 4 30 feet in the air to get your attention. I didn't know you would be that different from my other birds. Are you completely oblivious to the family of hawks that live in the neighbors trees?
I know that you think your spots are camo. Keep in mind they are not. I can spot you out of your pen from 200 feet away. Your profile is different little miss, the spots won't hide you from my eagle eye. And the Silver Laced Wyandotte looks nothing like you. I know you like company for tea and corn cakes but please stop. By the way, how did you get miss Wyandotte INTO the fully secured, covered-with-bird-netting run that is attached to the little hen house with locked doors? Since I, as a human with opposable thumbs had to wait until she was in the nesting box and lift the lid to get her out, I'm fully flummoxed how you managed to get her in. No, don't blame it on her. She's not the smart one of the bunch.
I now know that watching your sister lead the pack the day I brought you home should have been a red flag. But the last few weeks have been a bit much. Now I see you are burrowing underneath the hen house. The hen house sits on the ground for a reason. You've burrowed so much it is starting to list. We are going to have to invest in concrete anchors. Oh, and yes. I did notice the egg you laid under there yesterday. Did you notice my daughter laying on her stomach fishing it out with a stick? Oh yes, opposable thumbs win, EVERY TIME.
Little miss MFL, you are too small to make a decent soup so you might be the only bird on our property that is officially up to no good. That is all.
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Maybe she needs one of my coop top sitting Bresse pullets to draw the attention of the hawks away from her?!
