I really was not going to talk about my chickens today. Instead, I was going to talk about my oven or I should say my lack there of, but that is for another time. I just needed to tell someone what my chickens just put me through. I love my girls and spoil them and the fact that they are in the waning egg production years doesn't bother me at all. That occasional egg is treated as a blessing. They get oatmeal in the winter, yogurt and fruit in the summer, they have free range of my yard, including my vegetable garden, yet still they misbehave, specifically Maggie! I can't be that mad at Tiffany because she just follows Maggie's lead. So here is what happened (I am just thankful that there isn't a video). The girls had been out since 6 am and it was now 10:30 am, I had to run some errands so I put together their yogurt and blueberries, knowing that they would come running and go back in their pen (which is very big for 2 chickens). But oh no, Maggie refused to come out from under the bushes. Well, I finally had to go in after her and if you can believe it, because I still can not, I literally had to have a wrestling match with that chicken. It was a knock down, feather flying exchange which left me filthy and on the ground. Maggie, of course, was unharmed, and unfazed by the whole ordeal. Me, I was in shock as I carried her under my arm, to the pen with Tiffany following close behind. I watched as they calmly ate their yogurt and blueberries as if nothing had happened. I started to wonder, does this happen to any other chicken owner or just me?......C'est Ma Vie!