Morning Chicken Chores
As I was thumbing through my pictures I took yesterday morning when I was doing chores, I realized I didn't take any pictures of the horses. I forgot. And I have no excuse. Except for the fact that when I had come home the day before and got out of the car, I was surprised to see our chickens come running up to greet me. People usually have a dog or a cat do that, but we have 7 chickens that come running up to greet us. It's a crazy household. They love it when you say, "Hi Chickens!!!" In any event, I was disappointed I didn't have my phone or camera with me - both were not charged. That is a bad pattern of mine...
As it turns out, Remi and/or Ty kicked a hole in the chicken coop, so some of the chickens fly or jump out of the hole in the morning before we go out to do chores. Except for two (Beatrice (Aunt B. and Aretha Franklin).
When I walked out the door yesterday morning, I looked to the East and saw the chickens outside, and surmised that they were tired of waiting for me to do chores. It was 8:30 after all and I was a little late doing chores. They heard the door and looked up.
As it turns out, Remi and/or Ty kicked a hole in the chicken coop, so some of the chickens fly or jump out of the hole in the morning before we go out to do chores. Except for two (Beatrice (Aunt B. and Aretha Franklin).
When I walked out the door yesterday morning, I looked to the East and saw the chickens outside, and surmised that they were tired of waiting for me to do chores. It was 8:30 after all and I was a little late doing chores. They heard the door and looked up.
I said, "Hi Chickens!"
And they started walking over to me.
Then Lucia and Gladdys started running up to me.
And then they all started running up to me.
This is Lucia and Gladdys (Left to Right). They are best friends, and probably our most friendly chickens. Lucia actually likes it when I hold her and pet her. She's strange. Gladdys tolerates it.
But then I noticed that Aretha Franklin and Aunt B. were missing. Aunt B is a little hesitant to jump out of the hole in the chicken coop (we need to fix that ASAP by the way). So I had to go into the chicken coop and low and behold:
This picture (above) doesn't do Aunt B. justice. She's kind-of a chunk. Which may be why she doesn't jump out of the hole in the chicken coop. As for Aretha Franklin...I'm not sure why she stays inside with Aunt B...
But, finally they were all together and eating happily outside.
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