- Jul 6, 2009
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Last Thursday as I was running around getting ready for our trip to NY I had my ladies ( hopefully they are all ladies ) running around my backyard. My beasts, 2 sweet but not so obedient Great Danes were in the house b/c the chickens don't like their version of tag. Anywho, the beasts get out, Bruce my male Great Dane can open sliding glass doors when he is so inclined. I hear a weird squawk & see the beasts running. I go running as well & they stop as soon as they see me. I get the dogs inside & round up the chickens but 1 is missing. I am very mad at myself at this point for being such a irresponsible dog/chicken owner. My 3 year old son & I walk around the house a few times but knowing how chickens like to hide after a near death experience we go inside to finish packing for our trip which we are leaving for in about an hour.
My son goes to his playroom & I am in the kitchen looking out the window at the 3 chickens & he asks what I am doing. I turn to tell him & I notice his barn play tent in the playroom is moving. A second later out strolls the missing chicken !! I was never so happy to see a chicken in my life.
My son goes to his playroom & I am in the kitchen looking out the window at the 3 chickens & he asks what I am doing. I turn to tell him & I notice his barn play tent in the playroom is moving. A second later out strolls the missing chicken !! I was never so happy to see a chicken in my life.
