Hopalong Hollow....

Hopalong Hollow, where the Blueberries grow sweet, and the moss feels soft beneath your feet.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Oh Dear! The runaway chickens have taken over Ochre Moon Manor! I admit it, I should have taken things in hand way back last August when the lovely speckled hen and her handsome, debonair husband appeared on the property with 13 adorable little chickpeas in tow. But my, they were such a lovely family! ( I must say, they really added to the atmosphere of the Hollow.) But alas, little chicks become big hens and roos, and now we have them running amok! Digging craters in the gardens, pooping on the porch, sneaking into the mudroom, roosting on the arbor AND eating all the cat, dog and duck chow! Trudy Webbytoes is quite affronted by that and insists that we do something about it. After all, she has many little bills to feed and to see those frenzied feather dusters pecking away at her dinner table is simply too much to bear! So, what is to be done? I have to say, that despite everything, I have grown rather fond of the silly things. Did you know that roosters will crow all day long? Multiply all that crooning times 7, (yes, 7 roos!) and you have quite a chorus. It's lovely. And then there are all those yummy eggs we are finding all about the place. ( I am sure that Sir Percival has found some of those treats, he makes a mean omelet.) I think it is time to design a charming chicken cottage..... far from Mrs Webbytoes abode, with a very tall fence.

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