Oh goodness, now I feel like an idiot.
The other day, the chickens were free ranging. We have 5 small chickens. I noticed that they were at thier favorite spot, which happens to be a dust bathing spot right up next to our next door neighbor's house. I decided to let them stay there, because I figured the boys were having too good of a time to crow. Next thing I notice, to my horror they are headed to thier front yard bushes, where the whole world can see them. I sprinted, barefoot, to stop them and grab them all up. You see, I have a talent. And that talent is that I can hold 5 fluffy, poofy chickens in my arms at once. This is quite a sight to see. So I proceeded to pick up every one of them. Once I had two in my arms, I heard knocking and realized it was coming from my neighbor's house. "HOLY DANDELIONS!" I thought. "They must be telling me to get my chickens off their weed-infested lawn!" So I looked up, and saw quite the opposite. There was a salesman at thier front door, knocking. I ducked down right when he saw me. Shoot. So I gathered up the rest of the chickens as fast as possible. Then, with all 5 fluffy, poofy chickens, with thier fluff overflowing my arms, I looked up to see if he was still watching me. He was standing there staring staring at me, eyes wide, in amazement. "Hi", he said, as if speaking to an alien. "Hi", I muttered back. What I really wanted to say was "Please dont judge me, I'm only holding 5 chickens in my arms right now". Then I turned around, ducked down, and ran far, far away.
Once I put all the chickens back in the coop, I sat down on the couch and sighed a big sigh of relief. Then it hit me. "What if he comes to my door to sell me something? Then I will have to explain everything!"
Luckily, he did not come to my door. I think I freaked him out enough that he didn't even want to approach my house.
And that is just another story of my daily life with my chickens.
The other day, the chickens were free ranging. We have 5 small chickens. I noticed that they were at thier favorite spot, which happens to be a dust bathing spot right up next to our next door neighbor's house. I decided to let them stay there, because I figured the boys were having too good of a time to crow. Next thing I notice, to my horror they are headed to thier front yard bushes, where the whole world can see them. I sprinted, barefoot, to stop them and grab them all up. You see, I have a talent. And that talent is that I can hold 5 fluffy, poofy chickens in my arms at once. This is quite a sight to see. So I proceeded to pick up every one of them. Once I had two in my arms, I heard knocking and realized it was coming from my neighbor's house. "HOLY DANDELIONS!" I thought. "They must be telling me to get my chickens off their weed-infested lawn!" So I looked up, and saw quite the opposite. There was a salesman at thier front door, knocking. I ducked down right when he saw me. Shoot. So I gathered up the rest of the chickens as fast as possible. Then, with all 5 fluffy, poofy chickens, with thier fluff overflowing my arms, I looked up to see if he was still watching me. He was standing there staring staring at me, eyes wide, in amazement. "Hi", he said, as if speaking to an alien. "Hi", I muttered back. What I really wanted to say was "Please dont judge me, I'm only holding 5 chickens in my arms right now". Then I turned around, ducked down, and ran far, far away.
Once I put all the chickens back in the coop, I sat down on the couch and sighed a big sigh of relief. Then it hit me. "What if he comes to my door to sell me something? Then I will have to explain everything!"
Luckily, he did not come to my door. I think I freaked him out enough that he didn't even want to approach my house.
And that is just another story of my daily life with my chickens.
