Wednesday, December 29, 2010
That's One Way To Meet Your Neighbors
Well, she did it again yesterday morning. We woke up to the sound of a distressed chicken making her obnoxious noise right about sunrise yesterday. The featherless Tila Tequila got confused or fell into the neighbor's yard again. Unfortunately this time it was a little bit earlier in the morning and she was walking around in the main part of the yard not 15 feet away from their back door. I wasn't too keen on hopping the 6 foot privacy fence and chasing that chicken around their yard right in plain view. We couldn't coax her into the corner where we performed the previous rescue, so it was off to meet the neighbors at 7:30am. Jenna and I run around the block (we're in a cul-d-sac so this particular neighbor is behind us and therefore around the block) in our PJ's. It wasn't obvious if anyone was up yet, but they were going to be soon because of Tila's racket. So we knock gently and hope the occupants don't answer the door with a gun or something. Nothing. Jenna knocks again and a woman answers with a "what-the-heck-are-you-doing-at-my-front-door-at-7:30am" look on her face, understandably so. We quickly explain that we have a chicken in the back yard and need to fetch her. She nods, still looking confused, and points to the gate on the side of the house. We head back there, but Tila was none too eager to let us pick her up, so we spent a few minutes entertaining our neighbor with the chicken chase. We finally get her, drop her over the fence and head home. Last night, I put her in the coop and shut the door before she had a chance to get in her tree. I guess we'll have to do that for a while until she grows her feathers back. Ah, the joys of owning chickens in the burbs.