The chickens have been ever so happily free-ranging once again in their pasture these last two days, as the snow melts (or maybe it's just been blown away by the 80 mile per hour winds!), exposing some earth at last. Yesterday, I went out to give them some kitchen scraps, and what did I see? Only two hens and the rooster came running. Hmmm. Perhaps the remaining eleven were kindly laying eggs for me in the barn? I found two more there, good little hens who were in fact laying in the nesting boxes.
But what of the missing nine? I called to them, "chickie, chickies! Want a treat?! Here chickies!" Nothing. I heard some clucking in the far corner of the property, near their watering hole. Walking over, I saw a line of those missing nine on the other side of the fence. How could they have possibly gotten there, I wondered? I had no idea, but good thing they remembered; the leader of those escape artists found a small hole at the bottom of the fence where the ground had eroded and was covered in soft dead grass. One by one they squeezed back through that opening, all but one of them. This one:
You remember her, she's always giving me "the look." She proceeded to run back and forth along the fence line, much like, well...a chicken with her head cut off. Except I assure you, this one's head was fully intact. She stuck that silly head through just about every hole in the fence except the right one. Finally, her friend came trotting over, stood by the proper exit hole, squawked something at her, and through she quickly came like a little chicken bandit hopping into an awaiting getaway car!
We're hoping this wood and a bit of chicken wire thwarts their plot today...
...because just as I suspected, they returned to the scene of the crime.
I suppose we're all starting off the year with new adventures 'round here!