Now that all is said and done, I find it rather funny too. Back in the middle of the whole mess I could have torn my hair out!! I got so irritated each time I would look out the window and see their evil beady eyes staring back at me from the cat food mountain they had spilled. As soon as they would make eye contact with me through the window they would scram because they knew I was headed for my broom to shoo them back in again. I'm glad I don't have neighbors because I was pregnant at the time and was a sight to see running about flailing my arms and broom, hollering at the little devils. I couldn't just leave them out (yah, I tried that once) because they gobbled up my garden. The tomato leaves and potato leaves...um, supposedly poisonous, but they ate them like french fries with no ill effects that I could see. Little buggers!Hahaha Rural, I know it's not funny, but your brat SB's are cracking me up - and it's because I've had hens like that, too. One of my Icelandic hens is like that. Her nickname is Psycho. She actually chased my neighbor once! This little SB chick is peppy, but not mean that I've seen.
Brian, where are you again? If you can get anywhere close to me, I'll give you some eggs. They're mixes. I live in Tooele and work in Murray.

Random question for you: Do you know Ben and Anika Harker?? Ben is from my neck of the woods but lives in Tooele now.
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