I started it up, did the top lawn, and then headed right by the chicken coop on my way around to the front of the house.
NOT a good idea…
My chicks freaked out!! They flew all around and the smallest black one slipped right through a tiny hole and disappeared into the wheat field.
Then in the afternoon, I headed back around to the front of the house and a black bird with long gangly wings flew through the trees scared. I ran out front and there she was, hidden in the base of a tree. I was a few inches away when she flew off and PLOPPED into this nasty swampy mess called our pond!
I ran home, grabbed plastic bags to put over my sandles and I waded out into the muck to get her. Have you ever felt slime and ooze swirling around your feet? It’s nasty! Luckily, the chick wasn’t moving this time, so I grabbed her *squawking* and cuddled her in my arms for a few minutes before returning her to her mates. No damage, just GOT HER FEET WET!
In honor of her skittish personality, she will be called Evelyn. Evelyn Couch, of Fried Green Tomatoes was a skittish mess until she learned how to be strong. When my chick learns that, we’ll call her Tawanda!