My husband is away this week and I have been late checking on the chickens at night. Last night I went out and saw one of my dogs pointing at the apple by the chicken yard. The dog, Sisko, is a Brittany and loves to point at the chickens when they’re out of their run. I look more closely and see that I’ve got three chickens roosting there. Saiorse and Ginger were too high for me to reach, but I was just barely able to get Sophia off a lower branch. I take her to the coop, chiding her for being a silly chicken who jumped the fence and couldn’t get back by dark, and see that I’ve only got five of my ten roosting there. Put Sophia on a roosting bar, that’s six, and two are just going to spend the night in the tree. So start looking around for my two remaining miscreants. I find Caramel on the dust bath tire in the covered part of their run, pick her up and notice that she’s
definitely gained back the weight she lost from being broody, but she’s a Sussex so she’s always been a heavier build. She just doesn’t like being handled, so that was the first time I’d had reason to pick her up recently. Put her on a roosting bar, that’s nine accounted for . . . Peanut is missing still. Check the tree again, yep just those two silly ones, look all over the run, go out and check the garden, no sign of an almost completely white chicken anywhere. And she’s the least adventurous one of the whole flock. She was out there this morning, and I haven’t the foggiest idea of where she spent the night.

Tax:
1. Sisko pointing at Caramel this past summer
2. Ginger looking lovely and almost all grown up
3. Goldilocks checking out my phone