Only in the Comox Valley... at least that is what I keep saying. Yesterday morning as I was cleaning up the kitchen and looking out the window I saw the cutest little red hen trying to cross the road towards our house. A few cars came by and were slowing down to look at it and finally it made it across the street.
I went outside and called and clucked and it came towards our house.. If you remember we have bush across from us which means we have no idea where it came from.
This was the first picture I took as it came onto our front yard... We could hardly believe we had this chicken in our yard. We got out some shredded wheat and raw oatmeal and corn and started feeding this lost little chicken.
It pecked around all day and by the afternoon it was snuggled on the front step and had a name. I didn't know at that time whether it was a girl or a boy so I decided to call it "HENRY -or- HENRIETTA". But HENRY it was. She ended up spending the nite under our front porch and this morning was up and busy all over the neighbourhood.
By this time I had found out that Henry was definitely Henrietta. She disappeared all afternoon so I thought she was gone and I didn't have to worry about her anymore.
Guess what - by this afternoon she was back - but she had a limp.. Somehow she had hurt herself during the day.
This is taken right in front of the house in the garden bed right up against the front porch. She was back... By this time all the kids are here and we are all watching her and begin to worry because she is limping and standing on one foot.
I went outside and called and clucked and it came towards our house.. If you remember we have bush across from us which means we have no idea where it came from.
This was the first picture I took as it came onto our front yard... We could hardly believe we had this chicken in our yard. We got out some shredded wheat and raw oatmeal and corn and started feeding this lost little chicken.
It pecked around all day and by the afternoon it was snuggled on the front step and had a name. I didn't know at that time whether it was a girl or a boy so I decided to call it "HENRY -or- HENRIETTA". But HENRY it was. She ended up spending the nite under our front porch and this morning was up and busy all over the neighbourhood.
By this time I had found out that Henry was definitely Henrietta. She disappeared all afternoon so I thought she was gone and I didn't have to worry about her anymore.
Guess what - by this afternoon she was back - but she had a limp.. Somehow she had hurt herself during the day.
This is taken right in front of the house in the garden bed right up against the front porch. She was back... By this time all the kids are here and we are all watching her and begin to worry because she is limping and standing on one foot.
I decided it was time for action - so I got into the car and started driving around the neighbourhood.. I tried a few places before I went around the corner where I knew there was a big fat turkey because it had been on the road one day when I was driving by. I knocked on the door and talked to a teenage boy and told him our dilemna.. He said that they didn't have a chicken that colour but he would tell his dad and that they could likely add it to their flock no problem.
A little after that the boy and dad showed up and with a little help from all of our gang they catch 'HENRY' and take him home. At this point I came in the house and started doing a dance and singing out about how I had saved HENRY... Then TJ started copying me and everyone was laughing... IT WAS SO FUN....
LIFE AND TIMES IN THE COMOX VALLEY..... It is always interesting....
LIFE AND TIMES IN THE COMOX VALLEY..... It is always interesting....