It seems I'm destined to have a chicken in the house. I will say that, before being ushered out, this little girl was very well behaved and there were no sploops left as a calling card.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Footsteps Behind Me
The morning routine is this: after milking, I stop at the chicken pen to fill a bowl of milk for the little girls, then head for the house with Bess and the cats following, so I didn't think a thing about it when I heard the pitter-patter of little feet yesterday. Carrying the two milk pails, I opened the screen door and headed into the kitchen. And then I heard, "Brrrk, brrrk," in the dining room. I saw Pearl, I saw Bessie Anne, and that sure wasn't Frank.
One of the barred rock hens was strolling around the dining room, looking for all the world like an invited guest, checking out the view and the bric-a-brac. She made a tour of the kitchen before wandering into the breakfast room. It appears she is checking out the wine rack. "Hmmm, I think the white pairs well with chicken."
It seems I'm destined to have a chicken in the house. I will say that, before being ushered out, this little girl was very well behaved and there were no sploops left as a calling card.
It seems I'm destined to have a chicken in the house. I will say that, before being ushered out, this little girl was very well behaved and there were no sploops left as a calling card.
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A B&B AND an open house so future guests can tour the premises...you really ARE the hostess with the mostess! And it DOES give a different meaning to "white wine with chicken!" I know...when Stumpy was with us, she must have talked up the amenities of "the big house," and this brave soul wanted to have a look. I'm guessing that she will do this again - or she will spread the word to the others...I know you will keep us posted on other visitors that come unannounced!!
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