Today is a true Fork
Right Farm Life story.
It's a rainy,
dreary Halloween day and the light filtering into the garage is
low. I can see enough to not trip, but don't see everything
well. I step out of my office to cross the garage and go in the
house for a snack, and something moves toward me. I startle! What
kind of monster is lurking in the shadows and wants to get me? There
is a small figure with feathers sticking out every which way that scuttles
to the side with a "brrrrr, bok, bok" telling me "hey,
watch out and let me out of here." No deranged raccoon or giant
spider or even a mouse out to get me. Just a spooky chicken on a dreary
Halloween day.
This hen is molting
right now, so that explains her unkempt appearance, but I didn't
know she had snuck into the garage. What was strange is I
had crossed through a few times already and didn't hear or see any
chickens. She must have come in after I returned from daycare drop
off. We have some free range chickens that like to race into our garage
the moment the door goes up. This is most annoying when you are leaving
in a hurry and a chicken runs across the threshold and breaks the beam causing
the door to go back up, thus making you put the car in park, chase a chicken
from the garage, put the door down AGAIN, wait for it to go down without
chicken interference, and resume leaving in a hurry.
Welcome to Fork Right
Farm Life!
Have a safe and happy
Halloween!
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