I felt like such a redneck yesterday. Maybe if you feel like a redneck, then you really aren't one. But, really, sitting in the backyard watching the chicks was like being on an urban farm, I guess. The backyard is a MESS with construction on the upcoming coop in full swing. Piles of wood, tar paper, and plain old stuff made for a very red-necky backyard experience. Plus we have little grass, mostly under the clotheslines, but still, it's not a very nice-looking place. And all the dirt/mud is covered in dog prints. Ugly.
And silly me. I optimistically took out my embroidery to work on while watching the chickens out back, who'd been inside all morning. FYI, they're barricaded in part of the impending coop when they go out there, but we can't afford wire yet, so they can fly to the top of the temporary walls. That's about 3 feet up, and easily reached. I never knew chickens could fly until this madness. Bummer. Anyway, there I was (everybody was gone....which never happens anymore) and I'd gotten the chicks all settled, and I was sitting in a chair at the open end of the run. Well, Piglet and Nora were very happy with taking a dirt bath, and Milk and Madelyn were minding their own business, which mostly consisted of digging up worms, poking them and leaving them for dead. But Anastasia was a pain. She kept trying to go under my legs to the rest of the yard, and she's FAST. Kept having to put down my handwork and watch her. So much for multi-tasking.
And today we decided that for sure our dog, Romeo, is living here on borrowed time. He was cute when he was a puppy....when oldest daughter brought him home as a stray from her job, where he was dumped, but he's a bit unteachable. Not sure what's up with that. Anyway, he was out back when the least one was, she came in for a second, Milk got over the barrier and off she went with Romeo in swift pursuit. Thankfully, Milk still lives, though she was shaken up a bit.
Yes, I'm afraid chickens trump the idiot dog called Romeo. Sad, but true. He needs owners who won't be yelling at him all the time. And our shepherd, Opal, would bow down and worship us if we gave him away. That might be cool.
