But honestly, it's circumstance mostly...
We returned from a day at the beach late yesterday...
And as we pulled into the driveway, Betty, the lovely old lady who lives next door came running over.
'Have you got 2 brownish hens?' she asked and I nodded mutely as she hurried me up the street to Mavis and Frank's house (another old couple who live a few doors up). 'Mavis found them in her garden!'
Oh dear. I hurried along to retrieve my two hens who must have gotten loose. But as I entered Mavis and Frank's garden, I realised the hens who were happily mucking in at the end of their garden were not any hens I knew. But me being there and with Mavis and Frank panicking, I rescued the hens and them by attempting to catch the chickens. I asked Frank for a bit of bread to tempt them with but he kept telling me 'Hens don't eat bread! Mavis, did the young lady say bread? Bread what do you want that for?' Sigh...so I set about catching the chooks. I then asked Frank for a box but all he had was an old supermarket basket, so with much muttering I took the two hens anyway, one huge hen under each arm and toddled back up the street to my place, hens each squawking indignantly the whole way.
Have I mentioned that it was a gorgeous evening and most of the neighbourhood was out and about?
As I got to my place, a visitor was at our door with a bowl of macaroons. I had no hands free so long story short, I ended up with a bowl of macaroons in my mouth and a big fat hen still stuck under each arm, ringing my own doorbell with my feet. Of course by now a curious crew had gathered to peer at their odd neighbour and as every neighbour casually walked past our house calling out a cheery hello, I could only waggle a toe in reply.
'I've always known you were a mad woman' said Mr Bok.
Anyway I've called the two runaway hens Bonnie and Clyde, they are currently living in my yard until someone comes to claim them. I've down a doorknock but no one knows where they've come from.
As for my girls, they don't seem much bothered really. I still haven't named them. As I've already named the lost chooks I guess I'd better think about naming our own and maybe bonding. I'm still scarred from our last experience though. I hope someone comes to claim Bonnie & Clyde soon as our yard isn't big enough for 5 full grown chooks. I've always had 5 in the past but never of this size!
HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!!! Wishing you a very blessed and joyful 2012 filled with adventure, laughter, growing happy things and love