(Look at me, blogging on my blog... I know, it's shocking!!! I'm still trying to figure out where to put my thoughts, between this blog, my author website and then my Rosemary Hill website, BUT -- I will get it figured out and make it easy for visitors to zoom between them all. Peace.)
Wednesday? Yesterday??? Total chaos. LOL
I'm sitting outside with Wilson on my lap -- we haven't seen him since SUNDAY -- and then I see Kelly go in the chicken run and THEN inside the chicken coop! I'm surrounded by chickens who are confused by the cat on my lap and why wasn't I feeding them? and then Kelly makes herself at home in the door of the chicken coop because it's sunny there.
(I knew this would not end well.)
Then I saw a mourning dove in the chicken run, that had been eating leftover grain from the chickens' breakfast, but now it was flying and it couldn't get out -- it's slamming into the wire ceiling, the wire walls... and can't find the door so it could escape. They usually eventually find the door, but THIS ONE is caught MID-AIR by KELLY who was watching it freak out the whole time!
I scream, "Kelly! NO!" which causes Wilson to leap off my lap and all of the chickens to freak out and then they see Kelly and the flailing bird in their run, and so they all head THAT way -- except Wilson had run over there FIRST... so I had TWO cats in the run with one possibly dead or injured and/or bloody mourning dove, and 23 chickens heading into the run to see what the hell is going on in THEIR house.
By the time I get there, the very-much-alive mourning dove had flown up and had wedged itself in one of the holes of the wired fence, but was just sitting there, unable to figure out how to get its wings through the hole its body was in, so I had to yell at the cats to get out of the run, and then I had to pick the mourning dove up off the fence -- I took it outside of the run and let it go, praying it was still able to fly, and thankfully it flew away.
Then the chickens were trying to still chase the cats around, so I ran in to chop some cabbage while Mary made sure no one died, and then the chickens had a cabbage party while I took the cats to the shop to give them some wet food.
Everyone has gone to their separate corners.
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