Moving the Hen Hut
We’ve had the Hen Hut over the vegetable garden since October — chicken poop is great fertilizer — but a hawk recently spotted their grazing grounds and has been hunting the ladies daily. We’ve lost three hens so far.
The bird Winnebago won’t budge.
It’s stuck in the mud.
This is what happens when you leave the Hen Hut any one place too long.
Time to break out the big guns. (Commence dramatic black and white photo sequence now.)
The mud is no match for Jake’s Bobcat. He expertly lines up the hitch to the knob thingie.
I lower the Hen Hut onto the hitch. With glee and gusto.
The Bobcat pulls the Hen Hut out of the mud…
…and carries it away. Hey! Where are you going?
It’s like the tornado blowing Dorothy’s house away…
…and lands in a strange new world.
“Wh…where are we?”
“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.”
The hens emerge into a brilliant new technicolor world…
….where fresh tasty clover awaits. It was planted by Jake last spring so the broiler chickens and the laying hens’ eggs are extra tasty.
The hens are happy in their clover-laden new home. But we’ll be keeping our eyes peeled for signs of the hawk.