So here I am, MP3 player on and earbuds in, painting away in the living room.
my husband returns from HIS project in the back yard, which today is
repair of the coop doors, damaged in last week's windstorm. I notice he
At me. Uh oh.
So I yank one of the earbuds. He growls, "Your chicken..."
I sigh. Whenever one of them misbehaves, we tell each other: 'Your chicken just...' (insert naughty chicken activity here).
"What did she do THIS time?"
then tells me how while he was trying to work, Linc was constantly
underfoot, and completely engrossed by what he was doing. Now, this is
how chickens ARE--if you are working around them, they must be intricately involved, like nosy old neighbor ladies. ALL of them. At once.
This can make for lots of chicken-y interference, like today.
wouldn't get out of my face!" He wails. Then he says she grabbed the
screw off the end of the drill and was off to the races, forcing him to
chase her around the run trying to get a potentially deadly screw away
from a damned chicken before she swallowed it. This gave all the other
birds the idea that Linc had a really cool goodie, so they joined in the parade.
finally did wrestle the screw away from Linc, much to everyone's
disappointment, and finished his project. I remarked on how Linc was
just like Bear, our Head Hen, and asked him where Bear was during all
this. Turns out Bear was watching the whole escapade fondly, as if Linc
was following in her footsteps.
Like some kind of retarded Luke/Yoda thing.