It rained a bit today. What a surprise! But that’s nothing.
I went out to feed animals around 6:30. Horses and Fiona were covered with burs, but otherwise fine. To get more exercise, I walked over to the chickens, more wary than usual, since there was yet another hefty rat snake, or in this case, chicken snake, in the henhouse yesterday.
Sure enough, no eggs (but snake is gone). I glanced over at the place next to the cabin, since I’d found four eggs there last week. Yes! An egg!
Hmm. That egg is definitely darker than Rosey’s and Mrs Stripey’s eggs, but lighter than Wild Thing’s speckled ones.
I decided to walk around and see if I could find any other hidden caches. I went in the barn and checked out random baskets an such. Then something caught my eye on a shelf.
That fluffy tan lump was Buffy! Buffy is the beautiful hen that Jess the puppy caught and ate her tail last month. She’d seemed fine, but then three weekends ago I found a bunch of her feathers and no her.
I guess she’s gone rogue. She sure clucked and squawked at me when I checked to see if she was sitting on a nest. Nope.
Oh happy day, I’m back to seven chickens, four of whom are laying!
The Hermits' Rest 