It seems that I have a directionally challenged chicken. I discovered this just recently when I moved the chicken coop to another location in the yard. ‘Turn me around and I’m lost’ – a common saying among people-folk can be transferred to the chicken-folk it turns out.
There are pros and cons to the movable coop. Turning the grass to mud in more than one location is a benefit for sure. Just don’t move it too far at one time. It so happens that 4 metres was too far.
Korma isn’t the smartest chook around, but I began to really wonder at her abilities when we recently moved the coop. She was completely lost. The other two chicken-folk had long since found their way home, had something to eat and gone to bed. But not Korma.
I was going to have to catch her. We were a mirror of the other, both with arms and wings flailing, running a zigzag path, jumping, skidding, grappling and squawking … maybe I would be better off if she was true to her name, hot and spiced in the casserole dish.
After some time, she tried to roost in the low branches of a tree, close to where the coop used to be, and so I grabbed her. Able to return her to the coop, my directionally handicap chicken lives to see another day. But let that be a lesson to you, the further you move the coop, the more exercise you and your chicken will get.
I promised myself only to go back through your March posts, but I’m glad I broke my promise. I would not have read this one if I had!! It’s my favorite so far. Truly entertaining story.
Thank you for exploring and I’m glad you got a laugh out of the ‘early days’ posts. Some of my favourites are back there.
Oh wow…I see that you started even after I did. I wouldn’t have found you had you not been FP’d. I so love chickens and chicken stories. Some of my favorite bloggers are also chicken-keepers. Go figure!
Oh…and Henrietta the Chicken. She’s my hero. I posted about her. http://wp.me/p28k6D-1M
Korma could be a cousin to my hen Roberta. She’s just as goofy. She fell in the feed bin once because she lost her balance and proceeded to freak out when I left her in there (temporarily) to feed the other birds. She was worried that all of the food would be gone before she got there – forgetting she was already surrounded by food!
That’s hilarious, Korma would do that too – they’re definitely related.
Oh that brought back memories. I grew up on a farm. I HATED catching the chickens. It’s very dangerous. This cracked me up. =D