Now that the chicklets have found the wonderful taste of pasta, they keep begging for more. I’m glad I chose to make shrimp Alfredo pasta for dinner tonight
But I warned them, if they start growing dark mustaches, and calling me “God Father” there’s gonna be a problem here!
 
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first 100 degree heat index this year but surely not the last
 
ring ring ring…

Well actually my phone’s ringtone is a rooster crowing for the house number, so I know it’s my mum who is calling.

Me
‘Hello, is this an emergency?’
(my mum calls me at work to tell me everything that’s going on, usually when I am up to my eyeballs in work - like today)

Mum
‘Well, you can decide if it’s an emergency if you let me finish”
(Gonna go down like that is it?)

Me
‘Yes mum I will listen’

Mum
‘Your BIL was out at the barn and he swears he took care not to let any of the hens out, but he saw the black hen was out’
(Ok black hen - I have like 6 black hens - but that doesn’t matter)

Me
‘Ok, so is she still out?’

Mum
‘No, he got her in, but that young rooster got out, and he can’t catch him’
(WTH - yep I bet he can’t catch that wild thing!)

Mum
‘We are going to let him relax 10Minutes then try again’
(Yep good luck there)

Me
‘Oh for flippety sakes, ok well let the flock out to entice him in, then herd them all back inside when he gets back with them’
————-

And few more words with my BIL on enticing Bert back in… and I hung up all exasperated and frustrated and mad.

After a bit i checked on the barn cams and I noted mum and BIL up at the barn chasing down poor Bert, who escapes over the fence, BIL in hot pursuit swearing up a storm with prediction for supper tonight. At which point I got in my car and drove 25 min home.

Of course by the time I got there they
had him inside the barn. Apparently mum went and locked all the chickens in the stalls (not sure why the bad girls did fly out… they can easily), and they had finally got Bert inside.

So I went and did a quick headcount - looks like they are all there, counted the three naughty black pullets (esp Eli-too), my escape artists. Then drove back to work. Sheesh!

Now I am not saying BIL let the ‘the black hen’ out whoever that is. If indeed it was Eli-too she could have flown up onto the back door and got out through the space the swallows fly in through. To be safe, tonight I will put up some large hole screening that she cannot get through, but hopefully the swallows can get through.

But if BIL did let that hen out, and then Bert…. Well he darn well better have my lawn mowed today! That’s all I can say.

These chickens are gonna be the living end of of me I swear!

That and my sister and BIL… it’s no wonder I go to work to get away from them all!
I should not be laughing, but does your BIL know how lucky he is. For the moment Marty has decided Teddy is her man. You have first hand experience to know that no one touches her man. Can you just imagine the sight and the words uttered. Your BIL chasing Teddy cursing with Marty hot on his heels flogging him. I would pay good money to have that scenario recorded with volume.
 
Funny lunch story. Brought my favorite dog inside for lunch. Fixed us a ham n cheese each. Was in the middle of eating when Lety called. I needed to look in her truck for something. Navi has never eaten from my plate and I'll only be outside a minute... well I came back and the remainder of lunch was gone and Navi was licking her lips. 😆
 

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