One of the things you may not know about farm folks is that
we have crazy chickens.
We have five chickens: three Red Stars and two Black Stars. They haven't started laying yet, but we're banking on them producing any day now.
Ok, so we've been saying that for a month.
But this time we mean it.
First, one Black Star learned she could quite literally fly the coop.
Then, just as quickly, she learned that puppies find wandering chickens a lot of fun to chase.
Now she pretty much fancies herself a heifer.
And two of her friends aren't far behind. I looked outside yesterday to see three newly free-range, cage-free chickens and . . .
This morning, the three chickens were back out again and darting in and out between puppies and heifers. The heifers chase the chickens out of the pasture. The dogs chase them back in. No wonder they don't have any time to lay eggs.