Curiosity. I've said many a time, "why would she do that!?" They are much like cats in that way.I misnamed this thread when I began it.Why? Need you ask?
I should have called it Ribh's Chicken Flea Circus!
So yesterday I called all my girls home. The Big Girls all recognise the blue willow pattern teacup & know when I have that very special treats indeed are on offer. Everyone came hooting ~ even Morrigu. No lagers @ all. I was so happy...
Until I went to round up my little ones. Usually they are super easy & happy to be safe in their coop but yesterday I was one short so I started looking. I thought Oshina was just being mad, bad & dangerous to know. I thought she had somehow got lost in my wilderness of a garden. For the life of me I couldn't understand why she had separated from the smaller girls.
The answer soon became distressingly evident; she had been caught in one of the lad's stray crab pots! How she got in there who knows! Why she got in evades both logic & reason. What became distressingly evident was she couldn't get out & was panicked & stressed. We had to cut her out.She wasn't the only one super stressed before we were done!
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