I chased girls, and I liked it!

Yeah, it is about chickens… but I caught your attention right?

Just before my Triple By Pass, I had started to let the hens out of their coop and roam the back yard.  They were so happy!  and Funny!!

However, they stayed in the pen for the eight days I was having the Heart Attack and Surgery.

But the FIRST thing I did when my Brother Boyd, and Friend LeRoi brought me home, was let the chickens out!

They were so happy!  The chickens that is.

The door I propped open was spring loaded and would shut securely by just removing a rock, and they were safe for the night.

It amazes me how chickens will run free all day, and at a precise moment of the sitting ( or is it setting?) of the sun, they return to roost for the night….. unless …

My 2nd night home from the Triple By Pass, the rock slipped and the door shut before the roosting time.  The girls were locked out.

When I went out two hours after dark, to secure the spring loaded door, the girls were bunched up in a far corner of the yard terrified of the dark and open spaces.

Chickens can’t see well at night if at all.  They do not ‘herd’ well at anytime…especially at night.

Here I am walking with a broom stick as a cane, wearing house shoes, underware, a T-Shirt, and a light blanket over my shoulders, less than 5 days out of the Triple By Pass Surgery, herding Chickens back into their pen… which is a ‘first time’ for us all.

Just that sight was enough to terrify the poor hens, but they couldn’t see me, remember?

Betty was back in the house unaware of this turn of events, and still a bit aggravated at the chickens running loose in the back yard anyway ( they were eating EVERYTHING they could reach)…. and I was trying to remedy this situation at hand and return with out her being made aware.

All but one.  The chicken we called ‘Old Girl’ was almost totally blind anyway.  For the life of me (Pun Allowed) I could not get her to go back in the door.

After beginning to fear that the glue holding my chest bone back together would let go, and something was beginning to feel uncomfortable, I gave up and went back in to ask Bettys help rescuing Old Girl.

Boy, was I in TROUBLE.  Wow.  Betty was really PISSED OFF at me.

What if the ambulance workers showed up and my hair wasn’t braided, and was my underwear clean and WTF was I doing running around chasing chickens in the dark anyway?!

One bad part was the security light. One the one hand it was a great help, and on the other hand it would turn off when we all three were out of sensor range… and then we are in the dark. So one of us would have to get back in range to get it to turn on again, and Old Girl preferred the light off…

All concluded well.

Old Girl returned to the flock and secure coop.

I did not bust any seams or wiring, or anything else….

But Betty busted an attitude all the way back in the house and into the living room where I slinked back into the recliner and tried to disappear…

So, let that be a lesson fellows.

Chasing Chicks can cause a lot of trouble.

And, as always, that night while chasing chicks,

I Counted NO Calories, I Measured NO PROTEIN, and I FEARED NO CARBS!

( but I decided I never wanted to piss MissB off like that again!)

Wow!

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