Chicken Run

Another day, another drama. This time it was the mystery of the missing chicken. Was it perhaps fowl play? One of our layers went, or rather was, missing when the cluckers were rounded up to be put into the chicken coup for the night. everyone else went to bed, but not our hero.

Elizabeth, the hero is a Good Chicken Farmer reminiscent of the Good Sheppard. She left the ten layers in search of the lost one. In the dark at 10pm with out a flashlight (she nearly caused a disturbance in the force by trying to find a flashlight in a bedroom of those already asleep) she did not give up. She searched the yard until she found it. The hen in question happened to be lost in a tree. Saved at last! Elizabeth brought her into the house to celebrate her accomplishment where I snapped this picture.


Of course it would be reepicheep. The hen named for the mouse in the Chronicles of Narnia, the one that sets off in a boat to fall over the edge of the world. If our reepicheep was going on such an adventure Aslan (our Good Chicken Farmer) found her and brought her back.

--I do not know how Elizabeth picks her up. look at the talons, maybe its an eagle chicken hybrid. those are some witchy toenails.