"The Adventures of the Quarantined ... Day 62."
Came downstairs this morning to an empty, topless brooder. DD is a late sleeper, so my first thought was "CATS!" Then I saw the lid, sitting neatly on the ground, intact. It's a big guinea pig cage, and the wire top generally pops apart when dropped, so, I rethought my knee-jerk panic. That led me out back to the portable run - not quite a tractor, more like a kennel without a bottom tray (ummm, cuz that's what it IS ... a kennel without a bottom tray!) No biddies.
Back to the house, where I was greeted by a drowsy, black chicken on my living room windowsill ... INSIDE on my living room windowsill.
I've finally discovered the secret to getting a teenage girl out of bed and downstairs ... in SHOES, no less, in 0 seconds, flat. Just yell The Chickens are out" up the stairs, at the top of your lungs. I swear, I have NEVER seen that child move so fast in her life ... even as a toddler!
So, twenty minutes and five Asian Black pullets later, we were desperately trying to unwedge the last little lady from behind and inside an overly-full bookshelf before she broke a wing. We managed, then collapsed on the floor in hysterical laughing as she (the pullet, not DD) settled and sulked in my hands.
It's gonna be a looooooong summer!
