28/06/2025
On Tuesday around noon, the power went out and hadn't come back by the time we were getting ready to make biscuits and gravy for dinner. Unfortunately, the oven isnât hooked up to the generator, so we had to improvise. We decided on IHOPâbecause if you canât have biscuits at home, you may as well have pancakes in town. đ
On our way home after dinner, we made a quick stop at the recycling center and I made my usual stroll through the repurpose shed. Thatâs when things took an unexpected turn.
As I walked back to the truck, I saw one of our chickensâwide-eyed and clearly distressedâstanding next to the truck. Somehow, she had managed to ride underneath it all the way to Mt. Pleasant and back, and was just now hopping down. đł
We tried to catch her, but she wasnât having it. She bolted into the woods, so we came up with a plan: Iâd stay nearby and keep eyes on her until dark while Bobby headed home to do chores, and heâd come back after nightfall when she might be easier to catch.
Two hours, thousands of mosquito bites, and a lot of squinting into the brush later, she took off running for a new hiding spot and slipped out of view. I waited until Bobby returned with headlamps... and then the skies opened up. An absolute downpour. The kind that soaks you to your underwear in seconds.
We stumbled around in the woods, headlamps barely cutting through the rain. Between the darkness, the storm, and the thick brush, we ended up more lost than the chicken. Eventually, tired and drenched, we had to call it a night.
The next evening we went back, hoping for a miracle. But there was no sign of her.
But this morning, we got the call. Heidi Pitt, our township treasurer, had seen her again at the recycling center. Her husband Mark had even set a live trap with feed. Sheâd already been sniffing around it, so we reset the trap lighter and added a second live trap, just in case.
This afternoon, Bobby swung by on his way home from workâand there she was. Safe inside the trap.
Sheâs back home now with the rest of the flock, none the worse for wear.
Weâve had a lot of unexpected moments on the homestead... but I never imagined one of our chickens would take herself on a 30-mile road trip...
And for the recordâIâd gladly take all those mosquito bites again just to have her back home.