I hoped that life would returns to normal again now that I am home but nothing runs just how we would like it.
Hayley, the owner of the cow house that we are renting while the alterations are completed, greeted me with the information that she had put another hen in with Chookie So, "please keep the gate closed on the chicken coup for the next few days. This chicken is the survivor of a dog attack that killed her friends so please be kind to her."
She is a young black hen with very pretty feathers and a small comb. She has been petted and spoilt and I'm not sure how she survived the dog attack. Anyway there she was with Coockie , who wasn't at all pleased at having a companion in her hen house. She hated the fact that the door was closed as well because she usually comes and goes as she pleases. There seemed to be a lot of ruffled feathers during the day and I wasn't sure that these two would get on. I told Hayley she might have to move Blackie as Coockie was very perturbed. In the afternoon Charlie went into the yard and stood at the fence and looked at them and they decided that there were worse things than another choock, that was a dog. So they decided they would be best friends.
Then later in the afternoon they flew out of the hen house. I caught them and put them back in. I knew that Choockie would survive alright in the big bad world but not Blackie.
I warned Hayley that we had a problem. When I walked home I found Choockie was gone and Blackie was wandering about. Now, my left arm still isn't too good. Not good enough to catch a hen and carry her so I tired to herd her up the road to Hayley's farm which is only about 3 houses away. She made so much noise that a neighbour came and helped me catch her and I carried her up to the farm and thought " what a stupid choock."
Fast forward to about 2am in the morning. There is a blood curdling scream from either a cat or a flying fox as it is taken by a python. Cheese cake, Hayley's dog, barks like mad. Hayley, who had too much wine with dinner swears at the dog and tells it how stupid it is. In the light of day it becomes clear that those chickens are not as stupid as I thought. Neither is the Kerlew who took refuge in a neighbours house.
There is a snake here somewhere.
Talking to another neighbour, Craig, who lives near by and is a deck hand on the ferry, he had rushed home from the ferry to pick up some lunch and when he closed the screen door it didn't slam. He looked down and there was a snake half way into the house. His wife, who has a new baby had a fit and screamed. He picked up the snake and threw it out into the paddock.
Guess what? Everyone is making sure that the screens on the windows don't have holes and that those screen doors are firmly shut. All this excitement really isn't good for my stitching.