Just back from a fantastic 3 day respite from chicken wrangling. Spent time with my Italian Cousins over in Bodega Bay. Did not see chicken one! We left the girls home with our pet sitter, Sally, who took care of our dog Annie, Karen's dog Lucy and of course Mabel and Barbara. Sally is not afraid of chickens and joyfully collected the eggs daily.
Cal and I prepared the girls for our absence by cleaning their run and coop. We refilled their watering device, and their feeder and made sure they had plenty of shade as it was supposed to get warm.
And how did they thank us, you ask? By making a holy hell mess in there. They emptied the feeder all over the floor, they walked and pooped on it. They kicked most of their portable dust bath filler all over the place, I mean it was a mess! Here we rushed out to let them free as soon as we got home, and they walked out leisurely into the yard never even glancing at us. Ungrateful little farts.
Then I remembered that this was the longest time we had ever left them since they were little girls. They were pouting!
So Cal picked up Mabel and brought her in the house for R and R, walked around with her and gave her extra pets, then spent some extra time with Barbara. I joined them for some Mama talk and cuddle.
Today we are back to normal, that is, as normal as you get when you have backyard chickens. I decided to take a nice bath in my garden tub which is on the east side of the house. You know, bubble bath, diet coke over ice, and my Droid to play Words with Friends with. I have a lovely view of the star jasmine covering the fence. Very relaxing. Then I hear a squawk and looked out and down to see two little girls looking up at me. I'm like, WTH are you guys doing over here and how did you find me. They did not reply, but clearly had scouted me out.
They always find Mama. They love Daddy, and love to play with him, but they come find Mama to feel secure. Just like little kids.
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