The Day My Husband Chased a Chicken

Or Thursday...whatever you want to call it. That's what I'm writing about today. Yes, I know it's Sunday...you know I'm slow.

We had a super awesome Thursday. We slept late (til 7:00 am...minor miracle!). There were no issues at breakfast. I even got to take a shower all. by. myself (another miracle of sorts). Princess P didn't even have a mini-fit when it came time to get dressed...and didn't try to take her shoes off in the car on the way to the store.

We ran errands and did some grocery shopping, my little partner walking beside me with her purse on her arm like a big girl. We even managed lunch out and got complimented on how well behaved Preslie was (I should tell you that she probably just SEEMED well behaved because there were some other kids in the restaurant who were being holy terrors...but I'll take it!). Super good. :)

The weather was BEAUTIFUL and we had a blast playing outside all afternoon. Our little charge, Sweet A, came over for a few hours and Auntie (my sister) came for a visit, too. Since I had put dinner in the crockpot that morning (score one for me!), we didn't even have to stop playing outside to cook. It was all in all a wonderful day.

Enter the chicken.

I've told you before about my sweet neighbors...but in case you're a new reader or have forgotten, I'll fill you in. They're 'homesteaders' or 'crunchy' or whatever...they're super nice and super green and raise a lot of their own food and such...thus, the chicken. They have chickens and guinea hens, pygmy goats, a big garden...and who knows what else. So recently, the chickens have taken to sneaking out...those party animals (pun absolutely intended). ;) They can't seem to figure out where they're escaping from but you'll occasionally see a free roaming chicken now and then but they always stay in their yard.

Thursday afternoon, we were in the front yard after dinner and Mike and PJ were playing ball when out of nowhere comes a big ol' red chicken. Apparently, it was fan of bouncing balls because it started heading across the street to our house! Preslie was fascinated...Mike was a little dumbfounded...and I was afraid that we were about to see a chicken get squished. You see, we live just off of a very, very busy street. VERY busy. And when Preslie screeched in joy at the chicken it took off for that very busy street. So I did the only thing that I could think of...

I told Mike to chase it. :D

I was hoping he could chase it back into the neighborhood while I ran and got the owners. The chicken, of course, was freaked out and ran THE WRONG WAY...as in, TOWARD the traffic. What the heck? So I yelled for him to keep after it, told Preslie to stay in the yard, and I ran across the street to ring the doorbell of the home of the wayward clucker.

I wish you could have seen us. Mike chasing a chicken. Me beating on the neighbor's door (and it took them forever...hello? I'm trying to save your chicken! ;p). And Preslie...oh, Preslie! She was jumping up and down in the same spot that I told her to stay in, yelling, "Chicken, Daddy! Chicken!" and laughing hysterically. It was absolutely priceless!

And that was the day that my hubby chased a chicken for me...or Thursday. :D