At 6:00 am on Father's Day we found out that one of the newly added chickens to our little backyard flock could fly!! We got our first little brood four years ago and they have never flown the coop. I went out early to see how everyone had done on their first night together. When two others got into a little scuffle (don't know why), Dorris flew straight onto our neighbors roof. I stood there in disbelief as I watched her then fly next onto ours. I ran in the house to rouse Paul. "Happy Father's Day, we have a little situation." By the time he got outside, neighbors from both sides were looking on laughing as he pulled out the ladder and headed up on the roof.
He did persuade Dorris down, but not back into her coop. We spent the next hour trying to catch her with the help of our two dear neighbors. We cornered her several times, but that girl is fast and clever! At the end, she flew out of our neighborhood and disappeared. We got into our cars and searched some more. She had vanished.
We did go onto to finally have a nice breakfast outside, thinking we would never see Dorris again. However, the next day our neighbors rushed over to say that they had seen Dorris along the road behind our houses. Everyone piled into cars, grabbing large sheets to hopefully nab her in and headed out confident that this time she would be brought back home. To no avail.
We now believe that Dorris will become a Pederson Road legend. Folks driving by will wonder what they just saw at the side of the road, "Was that a chicken?" The many that frequently walk along that pretty little road may find an egg now and again and wonder where on earth it come from. And maybe, just maybe, someday she will hear the call of her former flock and fly over the fence once more to return home. The chow is pretty good and the door will always be open.
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