Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Scared Shitless

The weather in Cincinnati has been positively abhorrent. Even more so considering I haven't been able to move the chickens outside until it's warm/dry enough. And seriously, grown up chicken poo smells terrible, and I need to get them out of my house, pronto.

So yesterday was one of the first warm days we've had this year, and I took Millie outside to start getting her acclimated to the great outdoors. I thought the second I set her on the ground she would start frolicking through the weeds eating bugs and rolling in the dirt. Au contraire. Instead she shit herself immediately, which really excited Buster (not sure if I should be worried about him eating chicken poo, but not like I could stop him). Then she stood frozen in terror for about 10 minutes. I picked her up and moved her around in the yard, but she pretty much just stood wherever I put her. I hope this means I won't be chasing my chickens down the street anytime soon, but really it makes for a pretty boring barnyard.

1 comment:

  1. In the wild, chickens just deal with it. It's cold? It's rainy? Too bad. You're a chicken. You're too kind-hearted, Hark.

    PS: Sorry about Buster's poo problem. Guess you won't be sharing ice cream cones with him anymore.