Our chickens are so annoying.  Today, Sunday, they're actually being very good and I'm just waiting for the morning cackle that just won't shut up.  Last week I was a bit stressed out and I just wanted some quiet time after work.  I sat down with a pen and paper to write, and just as I got comfortable, I hear a mind-numming screech from the yard - the typical "I just laid an egg sound".  It was about 6pm, usually late for the laying of an egg.  I popped my head outside to see which was the culprit, and it was Ginger - the yellow one.  Ginger - the least social of the bunch. 

Ginger isn't really even liked by the other 3 chickens. She's kind of like the kid in school that just does stuff to piss people off for attention - like stealing lunchboxes and hiding them in other people's backpacks.  For about a month, the other chickens banned Ginger to the inside of the chicken coop and wouldn't let her out in the run.  She must have done some chicken-stunt punishable by ostrisization.  Anyway, this time, it was Ginger.  So I showed her the water squirt bottle and she ran away.    Then I came back inside and grabbed my tea, pen and paper, got comfortable with the dogs on the couch, and wrote for about 1 minute...before hearing the "raaaaaaaachhhhhhhhh" again.  Oh, I could just ring her neck.  So then I went after her with the squirt bottle and she screamed like a little old woman, flapping her wings and running for cover under the bushes.  I went back inside, she yelled again, and we did this 2 more times before I decided to just sit outside and do my writing there. 

Got comfortable.  Wind in my hair, pleasant songbird noises all around, relaxing dogs at my feet, and everything was perfect.  Until Ginger props herself up on the very corner of the chicken run about 6 feet from me, turns to face in my direction and lets out the loudest "raaaaaaccckkkkkkkkk" - as if she were putting an exclamation point on it along with an "In your face, Heather".  That was it.  I'd had enough.  Forget the serenity of writing stuff down to ease tension.  I coerced all 4 of the chickens back inside their chicken run with birdseed - which always works - and shut them in.  Dogs and I went for a 2 hour 20 min walk down to Fairhaven and back.  Sometimes, I hate having those chickens.  Too bad we can't share with them the story of yesterday - the chicken slaughtering.  I suppose we could, but my guess is it wouldn't make a difference.