One Hundred Things

Not my chickens....

little red hen didn't come for a couple of months after Jazz grabbed her one day last fall. I rescued her from the mouth of jaws, and she is the only one bold or agile enough to sit on the pellet stove's slippery pipe and look into the kitchen. I feared for a long time that perhaps she didn't make it until I saw her one day hanging out in the backyard of her house. Apparently she is over her fear and two shall never meet face to face again.