That left Mom to tend to critters, something I haven't done since my operation. Not that I minded since the Firstborn made it all so very easy for me.
Nothing should go wrong, right?
Well, nothing except for the weather to turn biblical, with rain coming down sideways, the wind howling around the corners of the house... that kind of thing.
Me and Little Miss Mayhem hunkered down for the day. Mr. Bob was safe and dry in his stall. I looked out the window to check on the chickzillas. All seemed fine.
The view from the house on a normal day:
So I said, "Hmmm, well they are being smart, staying out of this miserable weather," and never gave it another thought.
Until this morning. I went into the pen expecting to be mauled, like they do, but not a hen in sight. I hadn't let them out. They've been locked in the hen house all this time (without food and water).
Bad mom, bad, bad, bad!
I scattered seed, filled water buckets, then opened the door and jumped out of the way. It was a jailbreak of epic proportions!
Feeling massively guilty, I treated them to all the eggs they'd laid since yesterday (yes, you crack them and throw shells and innards onto the ground and stand back because it ain't purty).
On the plus side, Mr Bob followed me around, treating me like his best buddy. He misses Czar but he's being very good all by himself.
Good start to the day.