<p align="center"><i><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">A guest blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara</span></span></span></i></p>
<span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Monday was a little hectic on Miller Farm. I didn’t have time to get the chickens food and water before I had to be at school to play for Chapel so I just let them out. </span></span></span>

<span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">When I got home an hour later, I went out to fill water jugs and check on the food status. Of course, all the dachshunds went out with me.  </span></span></span>

<span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Tucker brings his ball out for me to throw as I carry water. Sadie looks for lizards and Coco just follows me around.  Bella, on the other hand, finds other ways to occupy herself.</span></span></span>

<span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> I caught her “playing” with one of our Dr. Seuss birds, but alas, I was too late to rescue it.  </span></span></span>

<span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">As I disposed of the body, I couldn’t really fuss at Bella. The chickens have been warned not to come over the fence.</span></span></span>

<span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I went in to start laundry. I guess Bella felt a little guilty. She decided to “help” me.</span></span></span>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/bella-in-the-basket.png"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-3559" alt="Bella in the basket" src="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/bella-in-the-basket.png?w=300" width="300" height="168" /></a><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">How could I be mad at that face!  </span></span></span></p>
<span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I sent the picture to Rachel and told her about the reduction in the chicken flock. Her response was “Well it shouldn’t have flown over the fence.  Plus this means I can hatch more!” </span></span></span>

<span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I told her we still had a billion. She reminded me of chicken math – where for every chicken you lose you have to have at least four more to replace it in case one or more dies or turns out to be a rooster.  </span></span></span>

<span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I texted her “I’m not listening nananana.”  Fortunately, she is off at college and can’t really hatch chickens right now anyway.</span></span></span>

<span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Our flock will remain as is unless, of course, some other chicken who didn’t witness the demise of the gray Dr. Seuss bird and decides to fly over the fence.</span></span></span>