The prodigal chicken has been returned to the roost. Those of you who read my blog regularly will remember that in September I wrote about our wayward hen.The Prodigal Chicken Shortly afterwards, Joe captured her and locked her up in the chicken house for three days. Since hens have brains the size of a walnut, he figured that was long enough for her to forget all about her previous adventures in town. But, as soon as Joe let her back out, Hen Rietta waddled back out to the road and resumed roosting under the trailer. Why didn’t the chicken cross the road? Because she didn’t have to. The men working on the bridge welcomed her back with cheese doodles and potato chips. Then another chicken joined her and the two old biddies were spotted regularly about town. They became somewhat of a tourist attraction, visiting the store, the post office and even the church. Last week, two friends and I were taking our daily walk when we spotted my rebellious hens strolling along the sidewalk across the road. Caroline and Lori offered to help me chase them down, but I vetoed the idea. As a veteran of the first chicken war, I knew the only result of our efforts would be some mighty fine entertainment for passing motorists.
Then, last night, the local storekeeper called the house to report that she had one very mad hen boxed and ready for pick up. Apparently Hen Rietta stuck her head just a little too far into the Stonewall Grocery and Joannie dropped a box over her head. The other hen must have run home. We retrieved our boxed biddy and brought her up to our farm, six miles north of town. If she gets a yen for cheese doodles, I think we can count on Tip, the Chicken Chasing cat to bring her home.