Before this morning I was not aware of the fact that chickens could fly. Not just fly but attain enough lift to get into tree tops. How I managed to survive without knowing this escapes me.
I came upon this knowledge when my inside dogs began barking. Looking out the window to see the cause of the ruckus, I spied one of the outside dogs, standing in the middle of the road, barking at a neighbor taking a walk. We have six dogs that live at our farm.
Three are inside dwellers (better behaved) and three are outsiders whose job is to protect us from bogey men who may lurk in the darkness. Gilbert is one of the protectors.
This morning he managed to scale all retaining fences and was in his own way protecting us. Unfortunately he confused our neighbor Don for a bogeyman and was barking incessantly at him. Good thing for Gilbert that Don is a nice guy and was ignoring his bark while trying to get the dog off the road.
This was only the beginning of Gilbert's adventure for the day. Upon spying us approaching he realized his escape was going to be short-lived and did what any respectable dog would do, began running.
Never mind that Gilbert has over 10 acres to run around every day, he apparently wanted to expand his horizons and he did; running over to another farm with two humans following. Now he was at Bill's farm, thankfully another nice neighbor.
Bill has two Golden-doodles that are cute enough dogs but about as well behaved as Gilbert. There was no fighting but plenty of barking and posturing. At least my dense dog was smart enough to realize he would not win a 2 against 1 dog fight. However, Gilbert is fast and was still managing to evade capture.
After taunting the two curly golden dogs, Gilbert headed towards Bill's chicken coop. that's when I was astonished just how fast and high chickens could fly. While I was thinking how to explain to Bill that so many chickens had been killed by my dog, I watched the large flapping birds rise to the tops of the trees. There was even a large rooster on the rise too. It was a sight to behold, but not for long.
Still chasing the dog, we came upon the peacocks that also reside on Bills farm. One of the peacocks is an albino named Caesar. He often makes his way over to our farm to get the bugs and dropped grain in the horse pasture. Caesar can be a bit cantankerous at times; perhaps a trait of albino peacocks or peacocks in general. I've tried to talk with Caesar about this but he's really not interested in psychotherapy at this time.
Gilbert went right for the great white peacock and Caesar took off letting out what can only be described as a scream from one damned to Hades undergoing the torture of Mephistopheles himself. It certainly got my attention but not Gilberts.
Finally he went into the now empty chicken coop, climbed the ladder to the upper level and was now trapped by humans. His dilemma was to jump 15 feet or be caught. Surprisingly he chose the latter of the two. That was the first good choice he'd made all day.
Fortunately no chickens were harmed, no peacocks hurt and no dogs were shot. Bill is an easy going guy who laughed the 45 minute incident off as good exercise for lazy chickens.
By the time Gilbert was returned to his rightful place he was exhausted. I was a bit stressed and tired from all the running. Mostly I was amazed that chickens could fly so well.