My wildlife story involves racing around to get to work this morning and then discovering a small squirrel locked in the run, flipping out. The squirrel, that is. Although the hens and I were not the calmest about it, either.
I opened the door to the run and tried to shoo the hens into the coop, which of course made the babies wig out. 3 hens in the coop, 3 in the yard zeroing right in on the new grass seed. Time ticking for me to get to work, the dog chasing around the outside of the coop trying to get at the squirrel, and the squirrel unable to find the open coop door. Good times.
How come you never have a video camera when you need one?
Finally, the squirrel ran out, the dog chased it, I threw mealworms into the coop to lure the errant hens back, and let the cooped up hens back into the run. I was only 5 minutes late for work!
I love having pets. It's so relaxing.![]()

You should have your own tv show. You simply crack me up!!!