So DH and I were in the house this evening. He was glued to the TV watching some football game and I was in the other room reading through the posts here on the BYC forum. It was around 8pm and all our feathered friends were all tucked in for the night. (Chickens in their coop...ducks in their house and quail in their cage) The kitchen window was open to let in some cool night air when all of a sudden we heard the chickens going crazy! We both jumped up and ran to the mud room to arm ourselves and prepare for battle. The conversation went something like this: DH: Where's my shoes? Me: Where's my shoes? DH: I'll get a flashlight...where's my shoes? Me: Did you move my walking stick? DH: Where's my shoes? Me: I'll turn on the spotlight,your shoes are in the corner. Where's my shoes? Me: Wait for me. We looked like the Keystone Cops for crying out loud! We got up to the coop and the girls had settled down a bit, but something was surely there. Nothing was disturbed and we checked the perimeter for any attempt at a hole but still nothing. I'll thinking maybe a bat had gotten in when we closed them up tonight then managed to slip out when we went up to check to see what was going on. At any rate....I'm organizing an emergency "Run to the Coop" corner in the mud-room as soon as I get home from work tomorrow.
With my luck I would have fallen down my back steps, then tripped and fell in the run right in a big pile of poo. You all did just fine.
LOL! Thanks for the great giggle! My DH does NOT hear well, no matter what he tells you. I hear squawks in the night, leap out of bed, slam feet into shoes (right after I slam them into the bed leg, ow) grab my glasses, a flashlight and pistol- all the while yelling to DH that we have a PROBLEM - EMERGENCY!!!! I race out the door in my nightgown, flash in one hand, gun bigger than my head in another- do a major patrol, check for what's what, shoot it if I have to - (only happened once), finally settle all the birds down and after another patrol or two, head back to the house. At which time DH wanders out of the bedroom and says "what's up?" The one night I did let off several shots? He never even woke up. But if I see something in the daytime? All I have to do is yell SNAKE and he is right there, catching it barehanded! He is the King of snake control!
I think Carl crows in the middle of the night because he just wants to see me stumbling in my nightshirt, flashlight in hand, weak beam showing me not much of anything... because he's ticked off that I'm the boss of this flock, including him. Passive aggressive behavior for a very nice roo hiding a petty "I'll show HER I can make her move!" streak. *grumble* He did it last night, you see. *yawn* I'm still recovering from the hyper-vigilant lack of sleep.
LOL!!! Reminds me of my EX husband! "You're the one with the gun, you go get them!" It may have been an owl that landed on top of the coop?? Thanks for the giggle, I can see it playing out in my mind's eye!
