attack of the flying chicken

this morning i was attacked by my own chicken!

i was letting the girls out of the pen so that they could have a run around the yard. i opened the door, she flew at me, i squealed and ran away.

now i am locked up in the house and they have taken over the back yard.

 i think she was just showing her displeasure at being locked up all week.

so my lesson is too spend more time with the chickens!

who would have thought that they would need a little company and a little play time.

it was supposed to be the hubby's job to look after the girls, but i have a sneaking suspicion that he has forgot to feed them the last few days, naughty boy! he will definitely be in trouble when he gets home, and from more then one grumpy lady!

so i better go and make peace with bob and wendy, give them a bucket load of food, a pat and a good talking too, maybe an apology and then they might stop scaring me.