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OMG!!! These girls will be the end of me I'm sure
Yesterday I spent most of the day out and got back to be greeted by 3 hens. Yep, 1,2,3, er....3...1,2,3 oh no, 3 hens!! OH my!! Who's missing? (frantic scanning of the gaggle). Oh no, it's my Husbands! Why! Why! Why her!! (He was REALLY grumpy in the morning and this was not going to cheer him up).
So I start hunting round the garden, check the coop, look everywhere I can possibly think, mentally eliminating different scenarios: not fox, others still alive. Not stuck to car bumper as drove in slowly etc etc).
Move plant pots, check under the BBQ, behind shed, compost bin, compost bags.
Where Oh where is she?! (pensive stalking up and down the garden). Start to think about checking the fields, and with nothing to see but fields for miles and miles it was a heart sinking feeling. Baby daugther peering curiously out of car window at Mummy tearing up and down making clucking noises. Still checking, go back over everything.
Move plant pots, check under the BBQ, behind shed, compost bin, compost bags and there she is: flat as a pancake, in a hole, covered from beak to tail feathers in dirt having the best ever dirt bath, ever, ever!
Sigh!
Yesterday I spent most of the day out and got back to be greeted by 3 hens. Yep, 1,2,3, er....3...1,2,3 oh no, 3 hens!! OH my!!
Who's missing? (frantic scanning of the gaggle). Oh no, it's my Husbands! Why! Why! Why her!! (He was REALLY grumpy in the morning and this was not going to cheer him up). So I start hunting round the garden, check the coop, look everywhere I can possibly think, mentally eliminating different scenarios: not fox, others still alive. Not stuck to car bumper as drove in slowly etc etc).
Move plant pots, check under the BBQ, behind shed, compost bin, compost bags.
Where Oh where is she?! (pensive stalking up and down the garden). Start to think about checking the fields, and with nothing to see but fields for miles and miles it was a heart sinking feeling. Baby daugther peering curiously out of car window at Mummy tearing up and down making clucking noises. Still checking, go back over everything.
Move plant pots, check under the BBQ, behind shed, compost bin, compost bags and there she is: flat as a pancake, in a hole, covered from beak to tail feathers in dirt having the best ever dirt bath, ever, ever!
Sigh!
..... couldn't work out how on earth he'd escaped,looked everywhere ..... then looked in the cat basket i use to carry them down the garden in ....... and he was tucked up all snug fast asleep wrapped in a blanky 
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