There has been precious little “chicken” in the kittybunnychicken lately, so how ’bout we remedy that?  Yesterday I got a call from a man who wanted to know if I was the “backyard chicken person”.  After a split second hesitation, I said, “Well, yes, I believe I am!”  🙂  He explained that he found me on the internet after googling for info on Montgomery backyard chickens.  He had a rogue Rhode Island Red on his front porch (he lives near Huntingdon College in Montgomery).  He wanted to know if I would be able to find a home for it since he had no idea who she belonged to.  The City of Montgomery has recently amended its laws to allow urban chickens within certain neighborhood guidelines, so this lovely girl was apparently an escapee from one of these backyard chicken farms.  We had a pleasant talk and I invited him to bring his foundling here while I searched for a home for her.  I was thinking of names for my foster chicken, but I could have saved those brain cells because his wife had already named her by the time they arrived.

Meet “Rhoda”

Rhoda’s rescuers are Tom and Caroline. He’s a retired attorney and she a retired teacher with Montgomery magnet schools.

Rhoda is a sweet tame lady and is obviously someone’s pet.  I plan to let her enjoy the Burlingame B&B for a few days until I can find her owners or until I find her a permanent home.  We have the bunny coop out in the back yard which I made “chicken friendly” by putting up a perch and a nest box.  She immediately ate some feed, drank some water and started exploring her new pad as soon as I put her inside.

Hmmmmm…a little small, but not too shabby.

After she settled down and familiarized herself with her house, I let her go in the yard where she acted like she was the queen of the castle.

Herb garden here I come!

Later she hopped up on our lawn chairs for a better view and I was reminded of the days of yore when this was a very familiar scene at our house. 🙂

Now THAT’S some kittybunnychicken!

Mulder had never seen a chicken before and at first he was scared to death!

Hold me Daddy!

Buster said “Been there, done that”.  He was totally unimpressed.

So, if you want some chicken love, you know where to come (at least until the HOA gets wind or a grouchy neighbor objects).  Hey,  POULTRY is plural right?  I guess that means just ONE chicken isn’t breaking any rules.

I’ll make you breakfast if you let me stay!

I hear her clucking and making those wonderful chickeny noises while I’m typing this post.  Love it!