Friday, September 4, 2009
The vistor goes home
As I mentioned in my previous post, we found a lost chicken the other day. In all honesty, I was fairly certain this little hen was here to stay and, once the quarantine period was over, we would be adding a new member to our existing flock. Well, guess what? Despite our earlier beliefs, it turns out that I'm not the only chicken keeper in the neighborhood.
The vineyard up the hill from us is run by a family who just recently acquired their first chickens. The man left a message on my phone yesterday saying, "We lost a chicken. I heard you found a chicken and I'm wondering if it's the same one." It was.
So Roxy, my farm pup, and I packed the hen back up into the travelling crate and put her in the truck. Back to her home we went:
Here's her real home. Sorry for the blurriness. I'm apparently losing my ability to take a decent photo:
That sweet hen is part of a trio of Black Stars. Once out of the crate, she never even looked back. She was EXTREMELY happy to return to her free-ranging gal pals:
When last seen, the threesome was happily pecking at bugs, grass and fallen apples:
They aren't sure how she escaped or why she ran as far as she did, but I was given a lovely bottle of wine as thanks for caring for her:
And then it was time to go back home:
Bye, little visiting chicken. Thanks for the excitement. And the two eggs.