Holy cow! Now I would have been fit to be tied if that happened to me!I was bad yesterday, it was Derby day so during the 7 hour broadcast coverage I did not go outside. I went out early, let everyone out and fed and watered. The chickens were on their own. When it was over it was time to round up the mommas and chicks for the day to put them up. While doing that I spot a pile of white feathers beside the creek. My heart drops and I start looking and trying to count the Marshmallows. I only find 1. Ok panic really sets in and I circle the yard and yup just 1. I run in to ask mom if she had saw them as she had been out several times, she had. She must have realized I was upset about something and she asked if I saw the feathers. YES, yes I have and I am missing 4. She laughs....literally laughs at me. There was nothing funny about my panic, I was missing 4 white chicks and there is a pile of white feathers out back. She then told me Momma Hen had been in rare form and was whipping everybody, cats, dogs and the other chickens. Apparently one of the Marshmallows found themselves in her line of sight and she whipped it pulling out the feathers. Ok, I can breathe a bit now and go back out to find my missing chicks. By the time I get around the house here the 4 missing chicks come.....off the hill. They look at me and then scamper straight into the coop to put themselves to bed like they had been caught red handed in mischief. The Marshmallow mafia is going to drive me crazy before long.
But you have to hand it to Momma Hen - she sure is sassy
