A tale of two chickens

Of course it's a post about chickens. I may have mentioned that I adopted several young hens (and 2 roosters) last fall. At first they were terrified of humans and ran for cover whenever I went into the henway with snacks. Now they are absolutely the biggest beggars on the planet.

They're all pretty bad, but the two who tie-break for the Number One position are Lavinia and Betty. (Photos to follow) Now I just walk out the door and these two chickens are up on the 6 ft fence and over, running up to me and standing on my feet. NO kidding. A couple of weeks ago one of our guests was packing to leave and left his truck door open. When he went to put in another piece of baggage he found Lavinia in the front seat searching for items to steal. Luckily the guest was delighted and sprinted off to get his camera.

Betty, the second hen gone bad, has also been climbing into vehicles. She jumped into the back of my truck and took a brief ride down to the feed store-- unbeknownst to me until I opened the tailgate to throw in some straw.

Maybe I can get some money out of Ford if I send them photos of my Ford-obsessed wild girls.

In any case, I've started to hid my truck keys and will advise guests to do likewise....

oh, and a cute older picture of Shmoo, too.



Betty