This afternoon I looked out the kitchen window to find Madi attempting to clear the garden fence. I figured she was trying to catch one of the backyard squirrels that have eluded her the past six years until I heard clucking and saw the feathers fly.
I was baffled since I wasn’t aware that any of our immediate neighbors had chickens (and didn’t know they could actually fly high enough to clear seven-foot fences). After knocking on doors (and peeking over a few fences) I located a chicken coop on the next block over and left a note.
Carson came home from school and promptly named him Buster. The hours ticked by. I started contemplating the possibility of Buster not being claimed and Jason realizing his dream of becoming an urban farmer.
Just after dark there was a knock at our front door. Turns out Buster is an ornery hen by the name of Camilla who decided to fly the coop. Tonight she’s back home safe and sound.
bailey's place says
see you guys need to get chickens! I know it's on our list – and I know you guys would be fine chicken raisers! 🙂