Herding chickens

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For those of you who talk to me often, you will remember how I felt about the adoption of our Chicken flock. I moaned, and ranted and cryed about the introduction of chickens to our ranch. For months now I hae had nothing to do with these chickens, yes they are the prettiest chickens I've ever seen, they look so pretty in the Spring green grass that I have to stop my car to watch them sometimes. But guess what I spend a good hour with a broom herding these same hated chickens into their pen to avoid a coming storm. The darn things ran everywhich way to avoid an early end to their day of freedom. I was out there in my nightgown and slippers, (by the way I can tell you another reason they call them slippers) chasing these D**"$ chickens. I got trapped into this, I had gone out to get Hubby to tell him to call his friend, I was ready for bed, in desperation he yells at me HELP GET THESE CHICKENS IN THEIR PEN. I say who me? I'm out here in my night cloths, all he says if GRAB THE BROOM and sweep them toward the gate. Needless to say one hour later, the chickens are penned, I am pissed and Hubby then says what took you so long. ALL I COULD SAY WAS, "I DON'T DO CHICKENS' and went on to bed. He was laughting when he came in the house. That is how my Mother's day ended, I guess now I'll be known as the Mother of chickens. Good ending, I get great fresh eggs.