This morning when Cal went to release the girls into the yard, he was greeted by the sight of Mabel on top of the coop. How and why she was up there ...no clue. The coop has a slippery sleeping bag on it as insulation. Just as Cal went in, she decided to dash towards Daddy, and began to slip down the roof. Cal as any good Dad would do, geared up to save her. "Gearing up" at 70 years old is no easy feat. Most of it takes place inside the body, i.e. blood pressure rises, heart rate increases, muscles tense getting ready to spring into action. All this is taking place inside my sweet hubby, while the outside is frozen.
Just before he can jump to catch her, she flies past him and out the door. All that energy wasted, and when your our age, energy must be conserved for real crisis, not chickens on the roof of the coop.
Got an e-mail from my brother in law, Carl, Cal's brother, who lives in the frozen north, otherwise known as Michigan. He too has chickens. It was a brisk 5 below zero degrees that morning and he had installed a heater in his chicken coop for the benefit of his flock. Did he get any thanks from the chickens? NO. As he so perfectly described it, they just fixed him with their "dinosaur glare". All you chicken keepers have seen this look. It's somewhere between "I want to eat you and, where am I?"
Have a blessed day my friends. Sharen, the Chicken Wrangler.
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