Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt.
My brother and I failed to pay attention to one simple weekend chore while the parents were away. It wasn’t major, not then, given that the ‘list of enemies’ wasn’t as plentiful then as it is now. In fact, now the ‘enemies’ have eliminated the hobby outright, rendering it extinct.
To that, my brother and I would cry “fowl!”
No, not a misspelling, just an acknowledgment of fact. We had failed to close the door to the chicken coop completely and as a result, come egg gathering time, we were short. He went one way, I went the other and found three of the chickens. Caught one. Took forever and a year to try and get the other two, but we ended up taking our chances.
The good news – chickens seem to know the voice of the owner. So, when our father came home, so did the (choose your own foul-sounding name) chickens.
Do we miss them? The eggs, yes, the chickens, no, but at least they were more likable than turkeys or geese.