Lol, sounds like some of the stuff I do around here.I was very "mature" when I had my kids. Being an older parent has its drawbacks, but I knew what to expect and felt ready to take it all on... sleepless nights, constant attention to a tiny helpless person, and stinky diapers. Add in dogs and cats and other pets, and yes, more work, but again I felt prepared to deal with the feeding and the hair and the poop.
Kids got older and more self sufficient, so with more time on my hands, it was time to get chickens. We always had them when I was growing up, so I figured I knew what to expect and was ready to deal with the predators, the parasites, and yes, the poop. I found, however, I was not prepared for....
Spike.
Spike is "special." If the rest of the mob are over here, Spike is over there. If you put up a fence, she sees it as a personal challenge to get over. And when it's time to lay an egg, Spike can't just go lay in the coop like the rest of the mob... oh no, she has her own routine. First she comes to the kitchen window and makes herself known.
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Then she runs around the side of the house
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to wait at the garage door
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until I can let her in
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and she goes to her special dark corner next to the furnace.
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I never in my wildest dreams expected I'd have to play butler to a chicken, but there it is. I'm a slave to a fresh egg!
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Your garage is so clean. At least no one is going to eat her egg. Except you,!
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