Cock a doodle doo!

So if my last blog didn't convince you of my hick like attributes then this will.

It was about 3am and I heard a strange noise. I tried to figure it out but couldn't so I went back to sleep. At 5am I know I heard something and I woke Aaron up. I said it sounded like a chicken getting killed. I realized that Nanna Becky loves to go and collect the eggs from the coop. I guess she took some of my other employees in to show them and when they left the door didn't latch all the way. So i hurried and grabbed some shoes from the closet. It was dark and all I could find was two right shoes. Oh well I thought I'll just shut the door and be done.

So I put on Aarons work coat over my "G's" and grabbed the only flashlight I could find, a 2 1/2 foot long mag light, and headed out the door. I got to the chicken coop and found one lone chicken huddled in the corner. I was so mad. I went back in the house and told Aaron I was gonna kill Nanna Becky when she got to work. The hens had just started laying eggs a month ago after 6 months of raising them. Aaron asked if I tied up the dogs cause he thought he heard one get away. So, me and my two right shoes, my green work coat and mag light traped outside to tie up the dogs. I finished latching the clip when I saw a chicken hiding under a truck. So I grabbed it and put it away. I figured there might be some more so I went looking and found 5 more. Just when I had given up looking I saw 2 more. So I tucked the flashlight between my ear and shoulder and a chicken under each arm. I turned to take them to the coop when my to right shoes argued over which way to go. I tripped. Birds, flashlight and pregnant me went sprawling to the ground. It hurt so bad and started to cry but when I pictured myself, Pregnant fat lady in her "G's" and a green work coat with a huge flashlight and a chicken under each arm I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then I remebered what time it was. Just after 5 am. That ment that the mexican guys would be out about moving pipe and driving around. The thought of one of our hired men finding pregnant me on the ground was enough to gather up my chickens, over gorown belly and flashlight and get moving. I went in the house and I was kinda giggling. I told Aaron I fell down and that it really hurt. He said, "oh, I thought I heard you crying. " So, yeah My hubby hears his pregnant wife outside at 5am crying and he just rolls over and goes back to sleep. Probably with the pillow over his head. I am so glad I wasn't dying. (a little to his defense though, he got home at midnight after working all day digging beets. He was probably tired. ) But still..... what if I was really really hurt?!!!! I asked him that and he said " Oh, I'm sure I'da heard ya if you were hurt too bad." Great!!

When daylight came the neighbors proably did see me walking around the house (dressed this time) with a huge fishing net chasing chickens around. Boy, what would they think if they had seen me a few hours earlier?

I'd post a picture but since I didn't have room for a camera under my other ear and shoulder or an extra pocket in my "G's" this will have to do.