It began innocently enough...
Sunday breakfast with our first eggs - assiduously collected, one at a time, over the course of the week. I chopped onions and heated sausage while DH made the coffee and shredded some cheese. When it was all cooked we decided some toast would round it out nicely. I popped some bread into the toaster and that's when it happened...
The chickens were MAKING A DISTURBANCE IN THE BACKYARD. When we looked up from what we were doing, all four of them were pressed up against our back door - beaks to window - trying to get inside. At first we didn't realize what was really going on. We naively assumed that they were just being their usual over-excited selves, had seen us, and quickly invented a new way to try to beg for some treats. I went back to finding the lid for the skillet and DH started setting the table.
Then all of a sudden the peaceful Sunday morning was broken with a loud crash! Henrietta had come charging THROUGH the metal barrier on our side yard and was running towards the screen door in the dog run - the one that doesn't really latch. I suggested to DH we get her out of there before she realizes we have yummy cabbage and broccoli and other winter veggies growing in that area that are delicious to determined chickens.
Much squawking and flapping and running THROUGH the rows of veggies ensued and I quickly realized I needed to go out and assist DH cornering her for retrieval. With Henrietta firmly tucked under my arm we brought her into the house briefly before setting her free in the backyard with her flock. She made a few halfhearted lunges toward the kitchen area, but I just kept walking towards the back door.
As we sat down to eat Henrietta's first eggs it dawned on me what just happened. Do you think she knew?? Was she trying to stop us? When I broached it to DH, he gave me that "look" he saves just for me. His only official comment was that the eggs were delicious.
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Sunday breakfast with our first eggs - assiduously collected, one at a time, over the course of the week. I chopped onions and heated sausage while DH made the coffee and shredded some cheese. When it was all cooked we decided some toast would round it out nicely. I popped some bread into the toaster and that's when it happened...
The chickens were MAKING A DISTURBANCE IN THE BACKYARD. When we looked up from what we were doing, all four of them were pressed up against our back door - beaks to window - trying to get inside. At first we didn't realize what was really going on. We naively assumed that they were just being their usual over-excited selves, had seen us, and quickly invented a new way to try to beg for some treats. I went back to finding the lid for the skillet and DH started setting the table.
Then all of a sudden the peaceful Sunday morning was broken with a loud crash! Henrietta had come charging THROUGH the metal barrier on our side yard and was running towards the screen door in the dog run - the one that doesn't really latch. I suggested to DH we get her out of there before she realizes we have yummy cabbage and broccoli and other winter veggies growing in that area that are delicious to determined chickens.
Much squawking and flapping and running THROUGH the rows of veggies ensued and I quickly realized I needed to go out and assist DH cornering her for retrieval. With Henrietta firmly tucked under my arm we brought her into the house briefly before setting her free in the backyard with her flock. She made a few halfhearted lunges toward the kitchen area, but I just kept walking towards the back door.
As we sat down to eat Henrietta's first eggs it dawned on me what just happened. Do you think she knew?? Was she trying to stop us? When I broached it to DH, he gave me that "look" he saves just for me. His only official comment was that the eggs were delicious.
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