Chicken Hunt

Dani told me they finally have chickens on their little farm. She showed me a beautiful green egg that one of her new hens had laid and cooked it for our salad. "They are somewhere on the property," she said, "hiding from the dog." The farm dog had taken an interest in the chickens and pretty much feathered one of them, who then escaped into the woods and had yet to return. The remaining rooster and four hens were, needless to say, a bit wary of the dog, and had taken to hiding out in various places.

After eating a delicious salad and putting Rafael to sleep in the carrier, I made my way out into the hot sun and followed the rooster's crow. 

Not by the gooseberry patch, or in the vegetable garden....there was a little bee on a chive blossom though....

Chickens, chickens, where are you? Not by the plum tree. And the only thing in the coop was a lone green egg.

I finally found them, hiding in the cool dark tool shed. So dark in fact that it was hard to get a photo of them. I'll just have to wait until next week when we visit again and the chicken hunt continues...

xoxoxo