A guest blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
Monday was a little hectic on Miller Farm. I didn’t have time to get the chickens food and water before I had to be at school to play for Chapel so I just let them out.
When I got home an hour later, I went out to fill water jugs and check on the food status. Of course, all the dachshunds went out with me.
Tucker brings his ball out for me to throw as I carry water. Sadie looks for lizards and Coco just follows me around. Bella, on the other hand, finds other ways to occupy herself.
I caught her “playing” with one of our Dr. Seuss birds, but alas, I was too late to rescue it.
As I disposed of the body, I couldn’t really fuss at Bella. The chickens have been warned not to come over the fence.
I went in to start laundry. I guess Bella felt a little guilty. She decided to “help” me.
I sent the picture to Rachel and told her about the reduction in the chicken flock. Her response was “Well it shouldn’t have flown over the fence. Plus this means I can hatch more!”
I told her we still had a billion. She reminded me of chicken math – where for every chicken you lose you have to have at least four more to replace it in case one or more dies or turns out to be a rooster.
I texted her “I’m not listening nananana.” Fortunately, she is off at college and can’t really hatch chickens right now anyway.
Our flock will remain as is unless, of course, some other chicken who didn’t witness the demise of the gray Dr. Seuss bird and decides to fly over the fence.