You know that scene in Rocky when he is training – and he is told to “chase a chicken” because it will help him get quick?  Well, I had my own version of that on Sunday when this:

chicken got into our neighbor’s yard.  The good news is the fact the yard was fenced.  The bad news is that this is the yard with our pack rat friend who is being evicted.  Guess where the chicken went? Yep – into the piles of stuff he has stashed.  I finally caught her after feeling like an idiot chasing her around – but I guess I got some exercise.

Why did I have to go catch Garbanzo’s chicken?  Because he was running The Burn.  

I think that this distrusting chicken:

Didn’t help matters with her squawking.  She hates it when the two chickens gets separated. You can tell by the cocked head that she really doesn’t trust any of us.  Except for DJ – our chicken whisperer.  They both love her. 

Why didn’t she got catch the chicken?  She was at a sleep over.  Damn sleep over!

But, we are looking forward to getting overrun with eggs hopefully by the end of the month.