Did you ever wonder how the term “chicken” came to mean scared?
I am convinced it has to do with chickens and snow. Our chickens hate snow. When there is snow in the ground, the refuse to come out of the coop. And, if the outdoor roost is clear, they will fly across the run to reach it.
Yeserday, when snow began, they all congregated under the fir tree by the pond, to avoid the falling snow.
Unfortunately, when it came time to tuck everyone in for the night, they didn’t seem to know what to do. They weren’t budging from underneath that tree. So, Hannah jumped in, hearding chickens across the yard back to the coop.
She’s what you might call a chicken wrangler.
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