I have tried to win a weather radio from television stations for several years. As I talked on the phone, the TV was down low. I was facing the TV, eyes glazed over, concentration of the conversation. Suddenly, I focused on the TV screen...my name was about four inches high, maybe taller. A little scream escaped my lips. Of course, I had to explain to the person listening. If there was contact information given, that escaped me. They are going to call me back after the 6pm newscast.
This morning about 11 am I fed and released the hens. It was raining so hard I figured they would come to the door to talk to me. When I heard nothing all day, I was not really surprised. Sometimes, they just go under the picnic table and stay on a rainy day. Other rainy days, the spend most of the day where the tarp protects them.
When I went out at 5 pm, only Thelma and Patsy Cline were in the pen, so I fed them and closed them up for the night. I rethought that, thinking Maggie May might just be late. If so, she might find a tree to roost. The door was open as I left to drive around the block. I check the back side of my block and turned to go around the other corner where Tony lives. There she was in Tony's yard.
She recognized the car and came to me. She was looking up at the window as though she might jump in. I finished pulling into his driveway and got out. She was not having anything to do with me. The poor baby was soaked. Have you ever seen a chicken that appears to have been dunked into a bucket of water?
Grrr, she went to the other side of the car and went near blueberry bushes like she would be safe. I just followed behind, talking. She walked more slowly with each step. Finally, she looked over her should like she wanted me to pick her up. I had put a kitchen garbage bag in my pocket. I grabbed her with both hands, held her down with the left, and retrieved the garbage bag. I wrapped it around her with little trouble.
She rode around the block in my left arm, looking out the window as I drove. When I was in the driveway, she made a little noise and struggled a bit. No way! I was not going to follow her in the rain, walking with little measured chicken steps. I carried her to the pen and dumped her in.
My fleece coat was soaked. Plus, having bent over, my behind was wet.
This spring, I want more chicks. However, I cannot depend on her to train them. She would have them running all over the neighborhood. Only Thelma can be trusted.
Right now, I have to go trade the leaky milk before the streets freeze and I have problems standing or getting back up the steps.
Do you own a weather radio? Do you like it? Does it seem your pets or livestock choose a bitterly cold, wet day to keep get you in the weather? I'm still damp, feet too, frozen, and not happy to be going out.