Saturday, October 30, 2010
So, today was pretty crazy. Andrew had asked me a couple of times where Rosemary was, and since she is my brooder, I just figured she was where she always is: in the nesting box. Well, we were sitting outside and Kevin heard a chicken. Of course, I thought, I have six. Of course, you hear a chicken. As it turns out he heard a chicken in the yard next door. We looked over the fence and sure enough there was Rosemary. I don't know why she'd fly over there, but I'm betting on the hawk we've seen in the neighborhood. The chickens only fly like that when they're scared. Long story, but we spent hours trying to get her, going into several different neighbors' yards to do so. She flew into at least four trees, higher and higher each time. Finally, when she was in a tree that overlooks my yard (probably at least 15 - 20 feet up), we decided to let her come down on her own. She took her sweet time, but when she saw the other chickens scratching about, she did, indeed, come down on her own. I thought she'd want to run over to the other chickens, relieved to be down, but she acted quite nonchalant. She's a brat chicken, but I'm relieved I didn't have to call the fire station for assistance.