Photo by Audrey Pavia
Gwennyth is off sitting on nut somewhere .
Gwennyth was our first hen . We in reality think we had gotten three hen , but it turned out two of them were roosters . Gwenny was our only girl .
The tamest of all our chickens , Gwennythis special . She does n’t look like the other hens , all of whom are link up . The Jo ’s , as well call them , are all grey . Gwenny is ignominious and brown , with feathering that glow iridescently when the sun catch them right .
About three calendar week ago , Gwenny disappeared . Unlike the first prison term she pulled this stunt , I did n’t panic . The first sentence it happened , I cogitate a hawk had carried her off or she had wonder out of the backyard and was take by a bounder or coyote . I did eventually recover her , sitting on a clutch of about 20 egg . She was well stashed under a bush , invisible to the casual center . I only knew to look for her because I come across her with the flock for a abbreviated minute one solar day , when she came out to eat . She then evaporate , clew me in that she was off sitting on eggs somewhere .
Well , she ’s done it again . The problem is that this time , I ca n’t find her . I ’ve looked under every bush on the attribute , twice . The only thing I have n’t done is climb on the very steep slope at the back of our chiliad , which is covered with coyote skirmish . She might be underneath one of those plant , though I did stress spraying the J. J. Hill with the garden hose , to no avail .
Whenever I think of it , I go searching for her . I actually thought I ’d found her the other sidereal day when I was looking under some ego - planted bushes that are raise where our raised vegetable garden used to be . ( Who has time to lean to a veggie garden when you have so many critter to care for ? ) I walked along the back lawn , probing and prise around the bushes in the lift bed . I notice a cluck sound as I seek and was sure I was close . I raise every bush to the tip where I nearly pulled it out of the ground . The clucking continued , but no signaling of Gwennyth . I in conclusion give way up and walked away , and then noticed the cluck speech sound was following me . Turns out it was coming from my Crocs as I moved across the moist lawn . Duh !
Meanwhile , time ticks on and still no sign of Gwennyth . I ’m growing increasingly worried . Not because I conceive something may have happened to her — I’m sure she ’s fine . trial impression of this is that theother chickensare very relaxed and going about their business organisation , which they would n’t be if one of their own had been taken by a predator . No , Gwennyth is sit on a clutch of egg somewhere . If I do n’t find her soon , she is going to show up with a brood of miscellaneous - breed bantam chicks , half of which will be roosters . The thinking of it fill me with apprehensiveness .
I ’ve beget to find that hen .
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