It was late June, near the end of summer school, right before our South Florida trip, when the sad day came. I made sure to spend lots of quality time with my chickens before taking them to the farm. We sat outside, they pecked in the yard, clucked and flapped around me, and enjoyed a last meal of pasta, italian sausage, and roasted peppers. It was good.
Eventually, time came to go, and I had the fun task of trying to catch them. In the house at night this was generally little trouble, but outside, during the day, they were not ready to be told to go anywhere other than wherever they wanted. And since I'd taken the little coop down, I didn't have my normal area in which to corner them and grab 'em. So I ran around, chasing chickens, who were making all kinds of noise. We all were. And finally, one and then the other, I was able to get them and put them in the house.
I had already loaded their stuff into the car, and in the house it was easy to pick them up and carry them out. At this point they were good, sweet chickens, happily being held. We took a few photos by the car, said hi to Alison and Amanda, law student neighbors, and got in the Explorer.
The ride was fun; at first they looked out the window like dogs do, but eventually Scratch settled down on the floor and Scout sat on my arm, cruising along. And they were good - no pooping in the car! It was fun having them in the car. Good photo below.
And then, alas, the ride was over, as we arrived at the farm.
At this point I will pause the story and post a few photos. Story to be resumed in a day or so.
Family photo.
Sad.
Corporate Mail.
Lookin' out the window!
Me & my boy, just cruisin' along.
2 comments:
Let's get together while you're in D.C. Are you driving up? Stop by Richmond if you have time.
Elizabeth
Yeah, you should Stop in Richmond....
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