Last week my dear devoted son (snicker) Bobby was home and decided he'd smoke the turkey for turkey day. That was a blessing and I sure appreciated his time and effort. But while he was outside monitoring the smoker he apparently had lots of time on his hands because he videoed the Barred Rock, one of our chickens.
You just never know what those rascals will do when you're not looking!
And now we can play a game that Kaylee always used to enjoy when she watched Sesame Street. One of these things is not like the other................
In case you can't tell, there's one green egg. The next door neighbors have chickens also but theirs, shall we say, fly the coop. Quite frequently we'll see neighbor chickens roaming in other yards, including ours. One chicken in particular, a pretty white one, has discovered our nesting boxes and LOVES them. She'll sneak over once a day when she can and lays a green egg in our nest.
I've snitched on her to her owner and she'll be kept at home for a couple of days. But then as soon as she can she hops the fence to unload her cargo, so to speak. One day when I'd been gone all day so hadn't unlatched our coop, Bob found one of the errant hen's green eggs on the ground close to our coop. Poor thing! The neighbors don't really have an established nest so the hens over there just kind of lay where they want to. Not really very good chicken owning practices in my humble opinion.
I'm writing about chickens because you DO NOT want to hear about what's been occupying my every waking stressed out moment for the last month, real estate. If I knew how to do it I'd insert the "Jaws" theme song right here because it would be so appropriate. That's what my life has been as of late: a guppy amidst a whole school of sharks. I haven't been eaten alive yet but........................
