What a happy day this is…JUST PLAIN HAPPY! 

Oh, let’s see, I need to start at the beginning, which was last night when Mom came home from work.  Usually she lets us out of the hen house and the chicken yard to run in her yard, take dust baths, and eat whatever we can find until we just get too sleepy and have to hit the roost.

But last night didn’t happen like it was supposed to; we were waiting at the hen house door, flying up and pecking on the windows so she would know we were ready to fly the coop.  When Dad’s pick-up backed up to the door (that is scary of and in itself we ALWAYS Yell and run/fly fast away from the pick-up—those tires are BIG).  

Well, anyway Dad backed up the pick-up and Mom showed up at the door with THE STICK!  The stick always means business. Like- ‘no you can’t go outside the stick is blocking the door, or no you can’t fly and peck on each other’, because Mom doesn’t like bickering and fighting, you know…THE STICK! 

We’ve never been hit with the stick, Mom doesn’t hit, she just puts the stick right in front of our eyes or taps us on the back and says “NO” and we stop.  Works every time!   We stop doing whatever we are doing.

So Mom comes in with the stick, we back away from the door, she shuts the door to the chicken yard and grabs ONE OF THE MEANIES!  Then she goes to the door and gives the MEANIE to Dad.  This goes on until all of the MEANIES plus a few others are gone.  Dad has them. 

We are all nervous now, we fly and flap and squawk and run under the roost, but that didn’t stop Mom she wasn’t afraid of the poop under there, Nervous Nettie thought that would stop Mom, but Mom just went under and grabbed THE MEANIEST OF THE MEANIES and then….that was it.

Mom opened the door to the chicken yard, opened the door to the hen house and left.  I rushed to the window and looked out whereby I saw Mom get into the pick-up with Dad and they drove out of the yard.  All ten of the MEAN hens were in the back of the pick-up in the DOG CARRIER!  (Sorry no photos…Mom FOR ONCE didn’t have the camera)

THEY WERE GOING TO TOWN!  I wanted to go to town!  I have NEVER been to town.  THIS ISN’T FAIR!  I WANT A TURN!!!!!!!

After awhile we all decided this isn’t so bad, everyone who didn’t get to go to town were all my friends: Cluck-Cluck (that hen NEVER shuts up! She even purrs in her sleep), Nervous Nettie, Beautiful Edna, Ruby Wonder Hen, Lucky Lucie, and ME! 

When Mom came back we were too sleepy to go outside.  But I dreamed that all the mean hens went to live somewhere where there was already snow on the ground, but it was a really nice place and they got to go outside all the time, not just when Mom decided.

Mom always comes to check on us before she goes to work so I asked her where everyone went and she told me that a lady friend of hers wanted some chickens so Mom gave her the mean girls so us nice girls could relax and lay lots of eggs without being pecked on. 

What a nice Mom. 

Everyone won. (And they did go to live way up on the side of Grand Mesa and there really was snow on the ground, and they really do get to go outside All Day Long.) 

I think I’m really going to like this. 

I really think I am.

Honey Hen