On my birthday I woke-up early of my own accord. Kind of normal but usually I gauge the time based on how many rooster wake-up calls I’ve endured. Where was the cock-a-doodle-doing? Must be a special bout of birthday luck. I didn’t give it much thought and enjoyed my first cup of birthday coffee in the dark, quiet fowl-free morning.
Before heading to school, Nate goes outside for his daily chicken chores. He comes hurrying back to the house and announces with concern, “All the chickens are out of the coop.”
James and Nate head back out to survey the situation.
Now this is probably a good time in the story to take a bit of a detour. Remember the time Nate was convinced wobbers and bad guys might come and steal his plastic dragon? Or the time he was convinced a bird had swooped down and stolen Jacob’s goggles after he’d flung them into the sky? Well, I’m pleased to say he’s at it again.
So back at the coop… all the hens are herded back into the sorority through the suspiciously unlatched door. The girls are unscathed except Spaz. She’s lost half her feathers. She’s still spastic because she’s either cheated death, or that’s why we call her Spaz.
Salty is nowhere to be found. Officially gone. The second half of the rooster ploblem, solved.
How exactly did the coop door end up open and all the girls’ lives jeopardized, ending in the demise of our rooster problem?
Nate puts forth, “Do you think a raccoon and a fox teamed-up? I think they probably teamed-up and opened the door.”
Well I guess it’s possible… Do you think the raccoon, or the fox, goes by Nate?