The Sky is Falling. The Sky is Falling. These chickens thought so, as dusk approached on Duck Lake Road and they were far from home with no chicken coop in sight.
What fate led them to be together, miles from the nearest farm or country home, running from the hunter-owl winging overhead on a dark night in February? Whatever or whoever brought them to such calamity, it was obvious what their ending was going to be.
The young man who happened upon the fleeing birds took in the scene in a glance. He hurried home, mustered up two more adults and a large dog and they drove miles and miles back up Duck Lake Road.
Leaving the dog in the truck, they searched for the chickens and eventually found two huddled in the bushes alongside the road. After fruitlessly searching for the remaining five birds, they let the dog out of the truck. He immediately led them first to a cluster of hens some distance from the first two they’d found, then later in another direction, to the rooster. After two hours they had all seven birds in crates and they were homeward bound.
This story has a happy ending. The anonymous rescuers have adopted the rooster and peep of chickens. After three days of ravenous eating the brood has settled in and calmed down. The hens have even started laying eggs.