Well, ever since we lost Alice (RIP), we got in the habit of always counting 25. The 24 girls, plus Jun= 25. So when they have been out for awhile on their own, when we are trying to get them all together, we count them.
Last weekend, when Patty was counting, she yelled to me, my mom, Steevareeno, and Mariah to come help her count because she swore she was counting 26. So we all started counting...11 in the coop and 15 outside...that's 26...wait...that's not right...count them again. This went on and on for about 5 minutes, and I said let's check them by breed. How many whites do we have? 3...ok that's right...how many buffs? 3...ok...that's right... How many blacks? 4....huh? Check again....yep, definitely 4 black ones....Well I only ordered 3....we didn't have more than 3 of any kind. So we looked at the black australorps, and sure enough, one of them had a larger comb, and wattles. How the hell?
So either this extra chicken was dropped off, or it ran away from home...but we have no idea how in the world it ended up IN the run. She looks healthy...so we don't really mind....at least no one dumped puppies or something in our yard. But as for the story of the 26th chicken...the world may never know...
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Puppies would have been good, too...
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