This morning, 6:15 on a Saturday, we woke to a horrible commotion. It sounded like someone was torturing several chickens and had forgotten to gag them before starting in with the plucking. After lying in bed for several minutes waiting for it to stop, I got up, put on my robe, went out the back door, surveyed the cityscape, identified the source of the noise (our neighbors across the alley) came back in, got dressed, wrote a nasty note explaining that it's unpleasant to be woken up at 6:15 on a Saturday by chickens, especially when you live in a densely populated city and headed outside again. As I began walking down the alley, the neighbor's garage door opened half way and a woman came shimmying out. I asked her what was going on and she explained that one of her chickens had gotten into the neighbor's yard, decided it was a bad idea and set off a series of shrieking that could have woken Colonel Sanders from the dead. She seemed genuinely upset about her chicken, so I didn't rip her head off like I originally intended, but I do wonder why it took her close to thirty minutes to decide to save her precious pet.
Okay, fine. Chickens feather's unruffled, blood pressure dropping to a normal level, cuddling up with husband to get some sleep and then beep, beep, beep, 7:15 and the construction crew down the street decided to put in some Saturday hours. Guess I'll make a pot of coffee.
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Managed to make it through the night with no interruptions. Yay.ReplyDelete
The chickens are at it again. Must be another fox. Actually, it was a barking dog. Fortunately, it's after 8:00 so I can live with it. I wonder how many chickens she has. Sounds like at least three.ReplyDelete