No More Chickens Allowed!

I have had it! I don't want to be a chicken owner any longer! Let me provide you with a list of all the reasons why I'm fed up with these hens:

1. My backyard is covered in poop.
2. They have yet to lay any eggs! What else are they good for?
   
3. They attract large ugly scary predators that I have to deal with.
4. I find 9 year old strangers running around my backyard chasing the chickens.
5. I have neighbors knocking on my door asking if I'm the one who owns the chickens which are lose again down the street and around the corner?
   
6. Now resenting my husband who refuses to put up a back fence and is now gone all weekend so he doesn't have to deal with the chickens running loose down the street and around the corner.
   
7. Having to load my girls in the car to drive down the street around the corner to "catch" the chickens.
8. Having every single person living in each one of the houses on that street outside watching me pull up to "catch" my chickens.
9. Now the fun part... running around for everybody's amusement, in an attempt to snatch the chickens into my arms.
10. Acting like I totally know what I'm doing, but really I have no idea. I'm just a city girl who thought it would be fun to go outside every morning and collect an egg or two.
11. Finally catching Petunia and wondering what to do with her. I put her in the back of the CRV and hope she doesn't decide to jump over into the laps of my daughters.
12. When the chickens are finally caught, and I start driving the car, to have the chickens freak out & fly all over my car, while my poor girls are both screaming at the top of their lungs.
13. Remembering my one year old only has on her diaper, so a crazy attack chicken loose in the car might not be a good thing. I could only imagine gashing claw marks all over her perfect skin.
14. To jump out of the car in haste and realize it's not in park! Jump back into car, put it in park and then have the chickens fly out my open door!!!!! (neighbors just standing around watching with their jaws dropped the whole time!)

How did I finally get these chickens back to their coop safe and sound? I literally chased them (running), cornering them, and chasing them clear back to my house! My girls, the whole time, still waiting back in the car!!! No sooner had I got my girls back in the house and the chickens locked up in their coop, was I on the phone with my "chicken lady" telling her "I will be dropping the two chickens you so kindly let us have, back at your house first thing in the morning!"

It was fun while it lasted girls! Here is a trip down memory lane...

Here you two are on your birthday. We watched you work so hard to come into this world!I actually let you run around my kitchen floor back when you all were cute and innocent. This was also before one of you grew up to be a big rooster. (we couldn't have a rooster around these parts, so he had to go.) Look at those cute chicken legs.

Your morning chat with Ava. It was a standing appointment every morning, there you were waiting to chat it up with baby.

I'm sure Eden will miss you the most. But she'll get over it with time!