My grown son was visiting. Heard me hollering. Went out to the henhouse to find me...thought I had been hurt out there. Sheeshes, the henhouse is 100 feet from the house...now tell me...how would he not know I was closer than that?
Normally I'm OCD about keeping the necessarys re-stocked, within easy reach, but I've been having memory troubles lately. I noticed it was getting low, meant to re-stock it when I noticed and then....oh look! There's a chicken!