So, I am heading back to the house with my pail full of milk this morning when what do I spot strutting through the apple trees, but a chicken. Assuming it's ours because who else let's their chickens run free? I set the milk pail up on a sawhorse in case the neighboring dogs came by, as they always do and start walking toward the chicken. Clunk goes the pail. The morning milk gone.
No use crying over it, I walk to the apple trees wondering how I'm going to get this bird to want to just jump into my arms and happily go to the barn. She sees me and runs off to the thicket between our property and the neighbors'. I head over and the covey of quail roosting in there go nuts as well.
I came inside to try to find the boys' fishing nets (thanks Bonnie!) and saw Sweetheart. He gets the nets and we headed back out. Hilarity ensues. The boys are watching from their bedroom window and want to come outside to play. Apparently, to anyone not actually trying to get the bird, it looks like a lot of fun. Whatever.
We've given up and come inside where it's warm, my hands almost too stiff to type. And no chicken. Sweetheart says when he gets it, it's dinner. Guess I better find a nice dumplings recipe...