I awoke this morning to Theresa’a calls and Chuck Norris pitching a fit. Seems the neighbor’s chickens escaped their back yard and were running about in the field behind our house.
They’re nice folk. Last winter they pulled my brother out of my driveway when he got stuck trying to plow it.
So, Theresa looked up their number (I know their last name) and called. No answer, so she left a message. It’s about 10:00am on Easter Sunday so I figured they were at church.
So, I figured I’d be a nice guy and keep ‘em from running away. Plus I didn’t want them to wander into my yard because then we can’t let Chuck Norris out for fear that’d he’d kill one of them. My first thought was to round them up and stick ‘em in my dog kennel for safe keeping until they returned home. When I arrived on scene I figured it’d be better if I just herded them up and tried driving them back into the yard. I could see that the fence was broken, but chickens are pretty stupid and once they were in probably wouldn’t venture back out for a while.
I decided pretty quickly that I didn’t want to try picking them up. I’ve done that a couple thousand times in my life and the chickens don’t like it. They’ll fight, might even hurt themselves in the process, and they’ll shit on you 10% of the time.
About five minutes into me playing retarded chicken herder the neighbor lady came out and let me know it was fine. They knew they was a hole in the fence but they always come back.
Oke-dokee. Fine by me, but may God help them if they wander into the yard when the dog is out.
In related news I’m not sure why you’d fence in your entire backyard only to leave a hole big enough for anything smaller than a horse to get through. Seems kind of pointless.
