Well, as you must know, we made it home. Ruth flapped Ethie down, sitting her on the lawn close to the clothesline, and flew back up into the air.
I was still heading in…Ruth picked up Ethie some ways out so I still had a spell to trot.
I was getting closer to the house though.
Ruth sailed over my head and hooted down to me what she did. I sat down in the soft dirt of the farm road lifted my right paw in salute, then she was gone.
After some more walking, trotting and running, I made it into the farmyard, headed to my lawn and the clothesline area and collapsed by Ethie.
Boy, was mom surprised when she saw a HEN in her yard. It’s been years since Mom has had chickens. Years.
Mom took one look at Ethie. Then a look at me.
“Well, Boomer,” she mused. “I see you have a friend. We do we do now? There is no chicken yard, there is no chicken house, there is no chicken food.”
About the time she finished her sentence Ethie walked over to Mom. Mom reached down and picked up that very scrawny, starting to lose feathers, hen.
As soon as Ethie was in mom’s arms, Ethie put her little head on mom’s shoulder and gave a huge sigh.
That’s all it took.
Off Mom went to the old chicken house.
“Do you think you would like to live here, little hen if I clean it all out and fix you a nice spot to sleep?”
Ethie looked close at what Mom was talking about. Then, with a little chicken purr wiggled to get down.
Mom put her down.
“Well, Boomer. I guess it’s settled. Let’s get busy.”
With that Mom started taking things out the chicken house, moving them here and there.
After a good sweeping, wash and scrub, Mom was off to the haystack yard with her wheelbarrow.
Then back she came scattering thick good smelling hay all over in the hen house, put the old nesting box back in, and decided she didn’t like it.
“This is way too big for one little hen.” She announced.
Then back she went looking over her supplies of ‘stuff’, came back to the hen house, put two old apple boxes on the floor in the middle of the rather large chicken house floor, then placed the dog crate (useless, because I don’t need it at all!) on the two apple boxes; filled the dog crate with wood shavings she had run to town to get.
She got out two of my old dog dishes, filled one with chicken food, which she picked up while in town, and the other one with water.
By this time it was going on evening, but still too light for bed.
“It’s time to go change water, Boomer. You enjoy yourself little hen. We will be back shortly.” With that statement Mom, Dad and I were off to do our last chore of the evening.
(By the way…. riding on the back of the four-wheeler, hanging out on the ditch bank watching Mom and Dad set siphon tubes is MUCH easier than trying to get a hen to safety! Just say’n.)
When we drove back into the yard the sky had started to turn colors…the night was coming on.
Mom sat me down off the four-wheeler and we took off looking for Ethie.
Mom looked in the flower garden, in the veggie patch, on the lawn by the clothesline, finally, she decided that the hen was gone.
“Well, no hen, Boomer. I guess she has hidden away. Let’s go shut the door to the hen house and see if that little bird shows up in the morning.”
Mom and I walked out to the hen house, got to the open door when Mom looked inside and saw
All settled in for the night!