I’m the biggest chicken ever. I’m not very brave and everything scares me. Yesterday I was in the sewing room and the back door was open but the storm door was closed. The wind was blowing and causing it to make some noises so I was halfway on edge anyway.
Since my sewing room is inside the metal barn, to get into the sewing room you go through a regular house type door, then walk about 6 feet in a little hallway and then there’s the door to my sewing room. Most days I leave the outside door open and just close the sewing room door. I’m back and forth to the house a dozen times (or more) each day so it’s easier to have to open one door and the outside door is locked when it’s closed.
So, yesterday I was sitting there sewing . . already kinda jumpy because the storm door kept creaking and then I heard “tap, tap, tap” on the main door. I stopped and listened. I wasn’t expecting anyone. It didn’t sound like it could be the UPS man. I heard it again . . “tap, tap, tap”. It sounded like a little knock. My neighbor has 3 year olds and I thought maybe they had ridden over and it was a little 3 year old knock. I got up and went to open the door.
Not a 3 year old but 6 chickens! They had come through the door and down the hall and were knocking on my door. Technically, they were pecking on my sewing room door. When I opened the door, they were ready to come inside. NO! I chased them out and will have to keep the outside door closed now.
The outside door is right in front of the Highlander. When I chased the chickens out, this is as far as they got. I told them . . if they want to live to see another day, they best not get anywhere near that Highlander! I hope they take my advice! Vince will be happy to have chicken and dumplings if he catches one on his beloved Highlander.