So I went to the store this evening.
Needed to pick up just a handful of things.
Little did I know what awaited me.
Having said 'no thanks' to the always helpful baggers inside,
I came out to the truck with my few items. Loaded the bags in the cab,
and walked around the corner only to stop dead in my tracks.
Was any one looking?...did anyone
see?
As not to startle I didn't move an inch.
I stood there like a statue much like you imagine someone
coming around a corner and finding themselves face to face
with a vicious bear or maybe a tiger that was growling and
clawing in their direction.
There, on the ground, next to our truck was none other...
yes, none other...
than the very hen I had chased out of the bed of the truck
about an hour earlier.
She had been trying to lay an egg and I shooed her off.
Not well enough it would seem!
At first I thought, "I'll just leave, no one will ever know it was mine..."
I took a few steps towards her, she darted off towards the road.
Nope. I thought - $8 hen, not worth being splatted.
I started to leave once more and she stopped by some other parked cars.
UGH, I have to at least TRY to catch this dumb critter.
Trying turned into digging through the truck for any stale item
I could find to toss in her direction to try to lour her back my way.
She ducked and dived in every direction to elude just past tips of my grasp.
I collected all sorts of stares, smiles and points. And probably a few camera clicks
from the oh-so-popular cell phone cams these days.
Followed up with me calling back "Yes, that's really what I'm doing!"
I even had some that seemed to have sympathy.
About 20 min into my adventure a bagger asked if I needed a hand.
Any extras sure wouldn't hurt!
The bagger and I continued to chase the wayward hen for another 10 minutes
or so, nearly catching her a few times before she crossed the road.
I then had to resign myself to the fact that I was never going to catch
that speedy bird.
Beyond reluctantly I left her, likely to be the night's meal for the pawn shop owner's guard dog.
Our darling daughter's only response to the phone call explaining the adventure and why I couldn't answer the
phone was....
"AGAIN?!"
I guess 'these things' just happen -- at least to us
(PS the first time we caught the hen, a good 2.5 years ago lol)