"Your chickens are in the neighbors yard." He said it rather breathlessly as well, I might add. Like he had just ran up the stairs.
My first thought was "Now how that could be?" and then quickly raced to thoughts of the roving dogs in the neighborhood, chicken rustlers intent on stealing them for a free chicken dinner, the owls that live next door and other scary images. My poor chickens could have befallen a terrible fate. But all I could croak out in my still-sleep-addled state was 'What?!"
"Your chickens are out of the coop and in the neighbor's yard. Apparently, we didn't close the door to the run last night and they got out."
Ah, well, actually what happened is that I thought J. had shut the door when he put Henrietta back in the coop and he thought I did it. Oops. Big oops. I am now wide awake.
I debated running out there in my jammies (which is a t-shirt and shorts) but thought I better get a little more presentable and put on a bra and some shoes. After all, I did have to go over to the neighbors. So, like a flash, I was down the stairs and out the door. I don't think my foot even hit the back porch as I sprinted across the yard. And what do I see?
So I trudge through the neighbors yard and landscaping, which I am hoping doesn't consist of any poison ivy and try to grab them and put them back over the fence. It quickly is apparent that isn't going to work. So I try shooing them back down the fenceline. But they get nervous about not being able to see their house and dart between my legs and back down the fence.
Aha! But we are smart humans. J. grabs the mealworms and as we throw them behind us, the chooks follow us around the fence like a couple of pied pipers.
Where was #8? Still in the coop. But she came out to give everyone a scolding and a welcome back.
|Reunited! (Now tell me you can't read that word and immediately channel Peaches and Herb. Be honest!)|