tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25135779.post3963783127703664075..comments2023-10-22T03:48:28.301-04:00Comments on Henbogle: Snowed InAlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04462041577129730944noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25135779.post-24610724934077101312008-01-27T08:22:00.000-05:002008-01-27T08:22:00.000-05:00At least up in Bangor, they probably can recognize...At least up in Bangor, they probably can recognize an egg. Down in the NYC 'burbs, they'd have called in the bomb squad for sure!Alihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04462041577129730944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25135779.post-90236660988490582192008-01-25T18:39:00.000-05:002008-01-25T18:39:00.000-05:00I think I was on my hands and knees under the addi...I think I was on my hands and knees under the addition of a friend's house, trying to get seven hens and a rooster back to the hen house. They went underneath on a clear day, decided to stay over night and woke up to snow the next morning. Gotta love chickens!<BR/><BR/>True story - we were shopping at Circuit City in Bangor just before Christmas. I reached into my coat pocket and found an egg! Security workers were probably leaning in toward their monitors asking, "What? What is that? What does that woman have? It almost looks like....an EGG!" Gees!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25135779.post-63579742586373100712008-01-16T19:42:00.000-05:002008-01-16T19:42:00.000-05:00Oh, yes, I also have eggs in my pockets frequently...Oh, yes, I also have eggs in my pockets frequently, and unfortunately, I've broken one in my pocket, yuk and ugh! Fortunately it was my old corduroy barn coat pocket, which surely benefited from a wash.Alihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04462041577129730944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25135779.post-41498853266254918672008-01-16T17:17:00.000-05:002008-01-16T17:17:00.000-05:00Ha! Yes, I've got eggs in my pockets all the time....Ha! Yes, I've got eggs in my pockets all the time. I get them from the nest first thing and then putter around the yard a little bit and completely forget about them. Two of today's eggs spent the day in the Jeep, because I had gotten to the train station before I realized they were still with me. oops! At least I've never broken one in my pocket, though I'm sure that day will come.Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15830705259612540929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25135779.post-23894195366009438242008-01-16T08:33:00.000-05:002008-01-16T08:33:00.000-05:00What's with those hens? I have always been so sur...What's with those hens? I have always been so surprised how little they can see in the dark. I do have one girl, a Barred Rock, who is positively a night owl. Everyone is up on the roost and sleeping and she's still outside scratching around, well after dark. (And yes, she has spent a couple of nights outside, poor thing. But at least she was warm in her condo.)<BR/><BR/>So: I went to the dentist's the other day and I had three eggs in my pocket. Whoops. Am I the only person that happens to?? Tell me, Ali, Meg: do you accidentally leave eggs in your pockets, too?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25135779.post-4628971597006706422008-01-15T10:05:00.000-05:002008-01-15T10:05:00.000-05:00Poor chickies! I don't think the chicken species g...Poor chickies! I don't think the chicken species got enough critical thinking skills to go around, sadly.Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15830705259612540929noreply@blogger.com