Ok, it's official. I'm naming one hen, but hopefully, naming and bonding with one won't make me bond with the others.
Her name? Greta. I put a blue piece of painters tape loosely on her leg last night, as I wanted to make sure it was the same hen being a sweetheart. It looked like her, but, then again, they all look very similar.
This morning? Yup, same hen. She saw me sitting by the edge of the pen, and she trotted on over and hopped up on the pen's edge. Swoon.
On other animal notes....
B put on a dress shirt yesterday, and all of a sudden I hear a yell. I wander over to make sure he's ok, and all I hear is a grumbling of "DARN DOG!" Yes, she had chewed off the buttons on his sleeves.
I'm not sure why or how she does it. The shirt is never ruined. No holes in the shirt. Just a snipping off of buttons. And she doesn't eat the buttons; we'll find them all over the house. Now we have to be especially vigilant, making sure nothing misses the laundry basket. What a nutty dog.
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