Came home from my book club to find only one chicken in the back yard. Mabel was cruising around pecking the lawn, but Barbara was no where to be found. PANIC!! Cal had been working on their larger chicken run in the garage when Babs took off.
Sounds of brrrring and cooing came from over the fence and there she was in the side yard of the house next door. Broom in hand, Cal and I did our chicken capture routine and brought her home.
Time to do the Chicken Wrangler thing and clip their wings. Got out the magazine with the instructions and just did it. Apparently we did not clip them short enough, and Barbara hopped up on the fence and went over again. Capture, was followed by further clipping of both girls wings. Cal held the girls while I clipped, then he tried his hand at clipping. Turns out this was simple, painless procedure for the chickens, however Cal and I are sweating by this time.
Moved the coop away from the fence. Now couldn't find Mabel. Scoured the yard, looked over the neighbors fences...no Mabel! Holy crap where did she go? At that point Cal glanced at the coop and there she was blightly sitting in the nesting area, oblivious to our panic, and apparently undisturbed by being moved inside the coop when we relocated it.
Cal picked her up and cuddled her and she sat on his lap for several minutes without being held onto.
Seeing him holding and talking to her, petting her and having her just rest her head on his arm was a sweet sight. Barbara continued to explore the yard.
I added the apple cider vinegar to their water, we added the grit and oyster shells to their feed, and put both girls back in the coop as it is now early evening. Time for beddy bye, and a big martini for Mommy and Daddy.
Maybe Daddy will finish the extended exercise area tomorrow and we can continue our adventure in Chicken Wrangling.
Adios Amigos.
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