CHICKEN ~ SHA-WING!

The other night I went out to gather up the horses and put them to bed, and as i was walking up to the top of the hill, I noticed a black blob, perched upon the roof of the pole barn.  Thinking to myself,  wondering what this could be: an eagle? a crow? perhaps one of the chickens?

Sure enough, one of the hens had somehow gotten up on top of the pole barn and was thinking this is where she shall perch for the evening. Not good, when we are expecting 30 below wind chills.  She needed her friends to keep her warm.  So i gathered up a rake and walked over underneath where the hen perches and gently bumped her in the rump.  She didn't move and my next thought was, "Gosh is she frozen to the roof?"  Because, honestly that would make a huge mess trying to pull a 6 pound frozen chicken off the roof of a pole barn, or what if just her legs came off?  Then i would have this legless chicken that i would have to babysit all day, hand feeding her grain, pushing her around in a wheelchair (do they even make them that small?).... just not fun.  So i tried again and pushed a little harder.  She flew up, over the length of the chicken run, coming ever so close to the fence line, but, i am assuming, that because she didn't want to land in the four feet deep snow, and she decided at the last minute that the fence wasn't right either, she landed on a piece of yarn that had been strung across the top of the chicken run this summer to prevent hawks from taking off with my hens.  Now yarn has a way of loosing its strength and tautness, and over the summer, it had began to droop way down towards the ground, nearly half-way. So, landing precisely on this ever so loose piece of yarn, with no tautness and no strength, this hen found herself in a most compromising position: four foot deep snow below her and only a weak string in which to be on.  Well, the chicken decides that flapping her wings is a good idea, for security and perhaps loftiness but it ended up pushing her forward and back on the piece of yarn like a child's swing in the playground.  With each swing forward, the hen would cackle, "Ba-caw, be-caw!"  Now imagine this: a chicken, swinging back and forth on a piece of yarn, swings forward, "Ba-caw", swings back, swings forward, "Ba-caw!", swings back, swings forward, "Ba-caw!"  I nearly peed in my pants i was laughing so hard!  And because of this belly laugh, i couldn't manage to pull my phone out in time to video tape this incredibly hilarious event.  Darnit!  That would've made good fodder for a ~ blog!  I guess I need to find a point and shoot camera with a video option, tie a strap around it that fits around my neck and carry it with me whenever i go walk somewhere around the farm, because inevitably, there is always a good laugh or a good story waiting to be documented.