Last weekend, I was at the computer and Handy Man was reading close by when right out the window a chicken started caterwauling. After losing Fancy to a dog a few days before I flew out the back door and Handy Man flew out the front armed with a baseball bat. Cinderella, the tiny chicken, was marching around pitching a fit. I saw that a black chicken was in the herb bed (also sadly neglected this summer), but no other chickens. I figured there was something awful afoot, but neither Handy nor I could see a thing. Cinderella would not give it up.
The black chicken finally came down out of the bed and others started coming out to see what all the fuss was about. Missy Mouthy was not comforted by her sisters, but continued to strut about the herb bed, making all the noise one so tiny can make. I even brought out some bread crumbs to get her wee mind off her troubles. Didn't work. Hmm, that works for me.
I'm not happy with her nesting outside of Strider's reach, but what can you do. She didn't ask my opinion.
So, back to the dethatching, I sprinkled Strider's fur balls all around the herb bed to worn off critters that might think Cinderella, and her wee eggs are a tasty treat.
I like farm chores. I turned over poo in the palace and cleaned the water dishes, adding a shot of apple cider vinegar to the bowls.
Then I got cleaned up and went to Kohl's with my 30% off coupon. Poor Handy Man had to work, but afterwards we went to a festival at Locust Grove. More on that later. It was good to be off.