Kara and I were out shopping all afternoon, so I left the chickens shut up in their pen. When we got home about 7 p.m., I took a flashlight and ran out through the pitch black dark to shut the coop, knowing the chickens would be inside on their roosts like good girls. Sure enough, they were--and there were four nice cold eggs waiting for me in the nests. As I reached in to get the eggs, I heard a rustling noise coming from the dark corner of the barn behind me. I stood up, turned around, shone my flashlight and said, "Oh my gosh!"
And just like that, a mystery was solved. Actually, I didn't even know there was a mystery. I just thought the chickens had been knocking over their crumble feeder and their grain feeder every single day! And I thought that Zephyr had been getting in there while she was loose outside, licking the crumble feeder clean. I also thought that when the cats are impatient for me to come because they've run out of food, they get obnoxious and knock their bowl off the stairs where I keep it out of Hero's reach.
Well, now I know better! The chickens aren't clumsy; Zephyr isn't greedy; and the cats aren't obnoxious! But Somebody has been thankful for a daily Thanksgiving feast--and here he is!