Late teens and Timeouts

Anyone that's raised kids knows the scenario--slightly rebellious
in early teens, but late teens, true pulling hair out time.  That time
has come for the chickens.  The leader, of course, is Blondie.
I cannot  tell you how many times Mr. Natural chased down
the chickens--but that was all he really accomplished.  Each time
he started one of many projects, the chicken had all gone missing.

This fiasco culminated in Mr. Natural putting Blondie in a timeout
in the small coop in the front yard for one hour.  A chicken in a
timeout.  I am serious--do you think she got the message?  I doubt
it.  She is a chicken, and being such, is governed by rules of nature
that have nothing to do with human standards of behavior.

Last night he forgot them.  I just happened to realize it was 2100,
and I hadn't hear him bring in the chickens.  He was asleep--that's
what happens when you get up with the chickens and spend the
day chasing said chickens.  Lots of exercise makes you go to bed
the same as the chickens. It was so funny.

The sisters were waiting politely, one on the porch, and the others
lined up in single file outside the gate.  And they filed in, one at a time,
to be brought into their "coop", the bathroom.  They don't like
to be outside after dark.

Had Doc's appt today, so that is it for tonight.

Kate Thorn