First I have to set the scene, we had just loaded a round roll of hay onto the feeder and it seemed to peel the top layer off making a hole in the side of the bale. We drove all the way up the hill to feed the cows in our furtherest north east paddock. I got through the gate and thought I better feed out slowly to start so that the big loose piece of hay did not fall off in one pile. Start running out the hay and I don't know who got the bigger shock me or the chicken that was eject from her warm and comfortable nest inside the loose hay. She hopped up with such a start, neck cranned and looked around, obviously thinking where the f***arewe. My next thought was I hope she is one of the girls who squats down when you walk up to her or we are in real trouble. I continued to feed out and waited for Mark & David to walk Crakka and her calf into the paddock before I pointed out the new member of the mob. Both fell about laughing, luckily for the chicken she squatted down, Mark scooped her up and handed her to David who held her as we drove back to the house.
The mental image of us trying to chase a chicken around the paddock to catch her was a bit much at this time in the morning. It would have kept us warm though as we had puddles that shattered when I drove through them again this morning.
Wonder what tomorrow will bring??