Ms. Broody has gone missing. After a pile of white feathers was discovered, the photo for her milk carton announcement was quickly recalled and her unfortunate death concluded. It has been often fabled of chickens going missing while returning weeks later with little peeping mini-me in tow. Hope was kept alive.
Meanwhile, “free range” chickens have gone wild. Broody’s adopted children have decided that they will roost in the trees, so fuhget you and your fancy coop. Eggs are impossible to find. A joke about our bereft Broody sitting on all the eggs waiting for them to hatch circulates with chuckles. Chickens have decided that if the teenie boppers can roost in the trees, then gadamnit, I’ll roost in the barn or where ever the hell I want. Total poultry anarchy. Kevin continues to keep everyone in line while still roosting in the same spot at the same time. He’s a fan of regularity. Pip, Chickie and Zora are alive and well and fat. Broody-Two takes them all around the farmyard digging up bugs. No, the peeps heard on this day were too desperate to be them. They were new peeps. They were Broody’s peeps!! Thirteen little fluffballs looking adoringly at a proud Broody who hid in a very safe place to hatch her chicks. Go Broody! Welcome back!
I love the chicks and I have frequently had a chicken go missing for weeks and she returns with chickens, however that pile of feathers is not good.. ah well. i love their tree roosting! c
when Brent looked in her hidden nest and saw thirteen little fluffy faces, it was very cute.
Oh, how cute was that!!
Hey, reminder, plant garlic now. Each clove with pay you back ten times.
Gladys
Oh, how cute was that!!
Hey, reminder, plant garlic now. Each clove will pay you back ten times.
Gladys
k. I’m on it!
So glad the pile of feathers wasn’t left by a fox! Congratulations, Broody!