That's me. Picked up the box of chickens from the neighbors' house last night. We'd been told there would be 11-12 originally. Then seven. Then six. Apparently one didn't make the journey to their house and they decided to keep more than they originally wanted. No problem.
We put them in the pen in the barn last night and all was fine when I went to milk Bella this morning. I decided to be nice and clean up some of the mess they had made, shutting the door, but not latching it as I was inside.
Yup, they got out. Luckily, I had already put Bella and Eve into their outside pen or I imagine it would have been worse. Somehow. Chickens squawking!! Feathers flying!! And one apparently made it out of the picturesque window Bella enjoys looking out of that Sweetheart removed to fix.
By the time it was all said and done, I got five back in the pen. Some swearing may have occurred in the process.
Where is number six? Who knows. I went walking around a bit looking and met a new neighbor who is probably still laughing at me. She may still be hiding somewhere in the barn for all I know. The chicken, not the neighbor.
The rest of them are just lucky I already have meat for dinner, or it might have all ended differently...
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