- Jun 3, 2008
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My mom keeps a vague eye on my chickens while I'm at work. She only likes them from a distance though, even when they were fuzzy chicks. But she is a nice person, so when she noticed that they had somehow knocked over their outside water she became concerned. What if that was the only water they had? I wouldn't be home for several hours, could they last that long? So she put on her rain boots and boldly went where no mother (at least not this one) had gone before. Into the chicken run! Picked up waterer- fine. Filled up waterer- fine. Bent over to put waterer back- chicken attack! Henrietta loves shoulders and I guess she just couldn't resist one being offered so close. She meant well, but my mother FREAKED. She screamed so loud my dad and brother-in-law, who were in the house working, came rushing out to see who was under attack. Of course, this freaked out Henrietta and made all the chickens go crazy, so she couldn't even leave until they stopped running around so that she wouldn't step on them. She told me her saga when I got home, and for some reason I couldn't stop laughing. I'm sure the girls appreciated their water though