You really don’t have to leave home to have an adventure, I was waiting for us to go to the Cherry Festival to get some material so to say for my next blog post but needless to say we have not made it there as of yet, I have also been a little behind reading your blogs and answering some of the comments on mine but that does not mean I have given up, I will catch back up, I just wanted to let you know of the fun time we had today.
The last week we had a chicken show up in the horse pasture, we have been watching it scratch around and wait for Cindy to bring out some feed for him to eat, we have gone around to all our friends and neighbors but no one seems to be missing a chicken, a chicken without a family it appears, Cindy is still going out checking on the chicken and bringing water and food for it.
Now that the statement was made about not going into the Chicken Business we were sitting on the porch early this morning and I asked if Cindy had seen her chicken in the field, she had earlier but not for the last little bit, I mentioned that we should go to the feed store for her to look at all the little chicks I saw when her Dad and I were buying hay:
Cindy: That sounds good but we don’t have a coop or anywhere to keep them.
Me: I said we should go look at them I didn’t say anything about buying them.
Cindy: Then why are we going to look if I can’t buy any?
Me: It’s kind of like going to the Hospital to look at the babies, you just go to look you don’t have to bring one home.
Cindy: If they were for sale I would be bringing one home.
About that time I heard the loud sound of a chicken cackling coming from the neighbors house, the chicken in the field was no where to be seen and I joked to Cindy that her chicken may have left the field and found another home, that would be about right because I did buy feed and had just opened the bag.
Cindy heads out the gate and down the street to the neighbors house and after a little talk with our neighbor Paul we found out that the loud cackling noise was when Paul found this chicken in his pool and was dipping him out, so here we are walking toward our house with Paul carrying this chicken in a net dripping wet, Cindy is thanking him for saving “Her” chicken, now I mention to Cindy that we are not in the chicken business and she mentions to me that she was not chancing this chicken getting back into Paul’s pool and drowning.
After a trip to Home Depot to buy 50 feet of chicken wire, t-posts, buckets, and a whole list of other things I had not planned on, the small job building a chicken pen for Cindy was completed late this afternoon, the chicken is happy and eating just fine and will only drown here if it trips and falls into it’s very own water bowl which is not likely to happen, now I am just waiting for a name and you know as well as I that we will be going to the feed store to look at chicks.
Kind of looks like the Chicken Business doesn’t it.