Did I say 5:30?

I am, at times, reminded of certain things. Like Sunday morning at 5:30 am…. While peacefully sleeping on my one day off, I was reminded again why everything is the dog’s fault. Why the dog’s fault you say…. It’s because the Chicken Divas were “Barking” at the geese flying overhead at 5:30 in the morning and quite loudly too. I am sure the neighbors do not appreciate the dulcet tones of a chicken bark or appreciate the talent it takes to accomplish that particular feat. I’m not sure I appreciate their talent at this moment either!!!
I can’t retrain them – you can’t ask them to stop. Duct tape is a bad idea and out of the question. No, it requires that I chase them around the chicken pen in my ducky PJ’s and put them back in their henhouse before the sun is even coming up (did I mention 5:30).

I’m afraid they have lost their 24/7 free time privileges. I think that they will be staying in their pen and only allowed supervised visits into the yard. Until then, we will keep herding the barking chicken Divas inside the henhouse daily and hoping they don’t hear the geese flying north. Cotton over the ears maybe…… hmm……