Nov 23 2008
We had a chicken roundup. . .
I sent my oldest daughter M out to the chicken pen to check for eggs and deliver some scraps yesterday.
She was out for about 30 seconds before I heard her shrieking and peeked through the kitchen window to see her hightailing it back to the porch with the rooster - Captain Jack - hot on her heels.
It seems M had opened the pen door and that wily Captain Jack had jumped right out and took off after her - pecking her legs and chasing her back up on the porch.
It happened so fast that she left the pen door open and the three hens - Petunia, Persimmon and Parsnip - decided to make a break for it.
M was panting and huffing and declaring her hatred of said rooster. I told her if he did it again punt him like a football to straighten out his attitude - it works.
After I caught my breath from laughing hysterically at the whole thing, I went out and rounded up the errant chickens and returned them to their pen.
My chickens certainly are worth their weight in entertainment value - especially when they chase the kids!
