Just when we’d given the runaway up as MIA, a little bobbing white tail appeared in the high grass, Bran the Border collie was securely kept away from the great chicken roundup and Greg pounced again. Missed…..again. The chick took off and settled on the branch of a big cedar tree, well out of reach and a long way from the chicken pen. Ever resourceful, Greg and Christina threw the only missiles available ( and plentiful !) into the tree….horse poop…and the chick flew again….across the road. On watch from the crest of the hill I saw the little white bird land, Greg and Christina set off in hot pursuit. It was the chicks last mistake ( the first was escaping !), the tree stump in which she had taken refuge had no way out and with much squeaking and squawking she was returned to her newly reinforced pen. What a team !!!
Time to go, take care, M