The Hitchhiking Chicken
For @OlderSometimesWiser and anyone else that likes good farm animal stories
It was just another late afternoon, van door left open after unloading groceries, time slipping away before my night shift. No second thought. Just hustle, forget, and go.
I didn’t notice anything strange until I pulled into the shop, ready to load supplies. Van doors swung open… and out jumped a chicken.
No warning. No clucking. Just feathers and panic.
What followed was a three hour comedy of errors chasing a determined bird through the warehouse, under pallets, around forklifts. It dodged like a pro. We lured it with scraps, cornered it, lost it again. By the end, we weren’t mad, just impressed and tired.
Who knew a chicken had such hustle?
And who leaves a van door open after grocery day?
Apparently, I do.
It was just another late afternoon, van door left open after unloading groceries, time slipping away before my night shift. No second thought. Just hustle, forget, and go.
I didn’t notice anything strange until I pulled into the shop, ready to load supplies. Van doors swung open… and out jumped a chicken.
No warning. No clucking. Just feathers and panic.
What followed was a three hour comedy of errors chasing a determined bird through the warehouse, under pallets, around forklifts. It dodged like a pro. We lured it with scraps, cornered it, lost it again. By the end, we weren’t mad, just impressed and tired.
Who knew a chicken had such hustle?
And who leaves a van door open after grocery day?
Apparently, I do.
