Monday, March 15, 2010
It's taken me nearly 2 weeks to write about this, I was so upset. When I got back from my trip, I found that all my chickens but one had been kidnapped (and worse!). I was devastated that Miss Crossbeak was not the one who had survived. I miss that little chicken! How can one become so attached to a chicken?!!! She was my special little friend though and I miss her greeting me in the morning, jumping on my shoulder, looking to see what treat I had brought her and just being her cute self.
But one chicken outran the fox and survived. Flopsy must be one fast chicken. I call her Flopsy because she has a huge comb and it flops to one side, jiggling as she runs. A perfect 'comb-over'!
She spends her days hanging with her sheep, then flies way up to the barn loft, safely tucked away behind the doors and windows I have stored up there. I was leaving for the weekend and wanted her to be secured in the chicken coop so I tried to catch her (yep, she's fast!) but had to wait till she settled in for the night in the loft. I got up the ladder, grabbed her, tucked her under my arm and got on the ladder to go down. It's REALLY hard going down a ladder with one just arm and a chicken tucked under the other arm! We made it down safely and I tucked her into her home and I think I heard a little thank you.