This afternoon I pulled in the driveway after bringing my son home from gymnastics class. I heard the most awful shrieking noise in my backyard, beyond anything I've ever heard coming from my chickens. I was thinking the coyote or coyote cross that's been spotted a few times in the neighborhood had one of them, or a neighbors' dog or one of the cats that sometimes crawl under our fence to stalk my birds. I dropped my purse in the driveway, ran to the gate, threw it open and tore down the steps into the backyard. My son freaked out and followed me with his father hot on his heels. "What on earth is going on???" they were both shouting. I get into the middle of the backyard and all my chickens and ducks come trotting over calmly, "Oh look the lady with the food is back. Maybe she has a nice treat for us!" Then the shriek pierces the air again. It is the little girl next door who is not quite two, playing in the yard with her father, having a jolly time, and shrieking with joy to prove it. Sigh, I now longer feel guilty about the noise my rooster makes.
My female blue swedish duck laughed at me. I swear....
My female blue swedish duck laughed at me. I swear....
I was in panic mode. Then totally embarassed. Luckily there are some trees between their yard and ours and they didn't see me make a fool of myself.
