Friday, October 8, 2010

The Great Escape, Chickens on the Loose

If you don't follow me on Twitter or Facebook, then you probably missed out on the major event this week.

It was the excitement of a lifetime. Maybe a housefly's lifetime, but a lifetime nonetheless.

It all started when my husband woke up (at the crack of dawn) and went out to feed the chickens. He came back in and said, "Darling, you've got to see this."

Well, I knew it had to be something big for him to rouse me, because before 6am I wake up like the Cave of Wonders in Aladdin. *wild eyes, roaring growl, bilious fumes of morning breath* "Who distuuurbs my sluuuuumber?"


But he was undaunted by my groggy glare, so I knew it must be good. "Coming dearest!"

Well, there in the garage, strutting fat and happy, were 27 chickens. Outside of their coop.

Ahh!!!

I am thoroughly unhelpful when it comes to the chickens. I love the idea of having them, I don't mind feeding them, and I can't wait for the eggs; but they're dirty... don't make me touch them, please.

So I watched and laughed as Mr. Amazing became a chicken wrangler.

It's so hard to count chickens because they won't stand still for the census. But I tried and I thought I counted 20 somethings back in the coop, so we called it good, ate breakfast, and Mr. Amazing went out to work.

Noon. I'm starving.

*Knock on the door.*

"Is your husband coming home for lunch? There's a chicken in my plum tree."

Sure enough. A chubby biddy was perched high atop our neighbor's plum tree, looking suspiciously like one of ours.

The idea of chicken fricassee for lunch was suddenly very appealing. 

Well, my darling came right home and rescued the foul fowl from certain smothering in onions and gravy. In the meantime, we discovered and disbanded four more plump poultry lurking in darker corners of the garage. I'm sure they were planning a coop coup; I could see it in their beady little eyes. I'm watching you, Clucky.

If nothing else came of the chicken escape fiasco, the neighborhood watch was all abuzz. They hadn't been so excited and aflutter since the day after they missed our burglar.

5 comments:

Kansas Mom said...

Ha ha! We had an escapee over the summer. My husband had twisted his ankle and was hobbling around the yard with crutches sinking an inch deep in mud. First Son was trying to help but with a tenuous grasp of the idea of herding. I was also trying to help, but wasn't too quick on my feet at 8 and a half months pregnant. I'm sure we looked hilarious!

Pam Elmore said...

You had me at "Who distuuurbs my sluuuuumber?" :D

Danielle @ Living Out Loud said...

I am thrilled to have stumbled upon your blog from a friends blog. I've spent the last hour or so reading your love story... I can't wait to hear the ending! Your post about Unwritten Love Notes really touched and inspired me. I'm working on some of those for my husband too. Thank you for that! You are a talented writer and a great example of a Catholic wife... I will be eagerly following your blog!

Maria said...

HAHAHAHAHAH!!! Coop coup! Not bad, not bad at all.

Lisa G. said...

I just read your burglar story! That is SOOOO scary!!!! (And disgusting)

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