I’m not sure if it’s the chicken or the husband but between them, things can get quite stressful around here. When Chad was a teen, it seemed like I was always trying to be a shield between Vince and Chad. Try to get new tires on the car without Vince knowing we’re replacing the tires every three months. Try to pay the water bill before Vince sees that Chad’s extremely long showers have caused the water bill to go from it’s usual $120/month to $160/month. Pray Vince doesn’t pay any attention to the cell phone bill because Chad has gone over the data plan limit again!
It’s the same thing with Miss Hattie on the days Vince is off. On the days he’s working, she can get by with most anything but when he’s here . . it’s truly constant chaos.
Last week, I was sewing and I hear Vince screaming. Remember he’s Sicilian and I do believe his ancestors would be quite proud of him! 🙁
That was the morning when Miss Hattie was in the front of the RTV. It wasn’t long til I heard him screaming and her squawking and went running out of the sewing room to see her flying through the air. She’s been going upstairs in his shop. She poops all the way up the stairs. Not good. Vince was in the shop working and he kept hearing something upstairs. He looked up and yep, Miss Hattie was on the second floor. He went upstairs, screaming all the way and just before he got to her, she flew down. There’s just a railing and no walls . . that’s when I walked out. I don’t blame her. If someone was coming after me screaming like that, I’d fly down too! Well . . I would probably have to jump.
Just now . . I’m in the sewing room again. I hear Vince screaming. I go running out . . Miss Hattie is squawking.
Vince is in the shop cleaning. Don’t worry . . he never lasts very long at that project and he never makes much progress. I’m sure you’ve noticed from the pictures.
Vince has his music playing, he’s singing, he thinks he’s in the shop alone. He picks up this box with the wood for our smoker. There may have been a few other things in there . . but he wasn’t expecting Miss Hattie to jump out of the box. Scared the heck out of Vince. Scared an egg out of Miss Hattie.
That chicken! Why can’t she just stay in the chicken yard with the other chickens? There is absolutely no telling how many eggs are hidden around this place.
Look at her with her beak lips open. She is squawking as loud as she can. She is not happy! Why is it so difficult to keep peace around this household?