Chickens Stories from Our Nest

The Great Jewelry Heist

Oyster Cracker has always loved to snuggle with me.  Yesterday was no exception.  As the clouds cleared from the sky and the sun emerged from behind it’s blanket, I went out to spend some quality time with the chickens.

Oyster Cracker jumped into my lap as soon as the coop door sprang open.  Like a happy, but hefty, little piece of popcorn, up she hopped.  She snuggled underneath of my chin.  She smelled me.  She nuzzled and she just couldn’t seem to get close enough.  She kept pushing in towards my chest.  Once in a while, she pulled away to take a good look at me.  She always says the same things when I pet her. ” Doh, Doh, Doooooh.”  The other chickens stand and observe, waiting their turns.  We enjoyed our time together, talking and hugging.  Then, out of nowhere, she pecked at my ear.  No sooner did I react and she pecked at the other one.  Oh my God, she just ate my pearl earrings!

She was so fast and so stealthlike, I wondered if she secretly had planned her attack for weeks.  You see, I never take these pearl earrings off.  I have had them for years and they have become a permanent fixture on my earlobes.  Now I feared, they are in my chicken’s crop.  Dear God, please help.  I felt her crop and it was enlarged and full from the afternoon’s goodies.  I didn’t dare poke around too much for fear of perforating her crop. My chicken was going to need emergency surgery to remove my earrings!

I returned her to the coop and looked on the ground.  Nothing.  I frantically searched for about 10 minutes and found the back of the left earring still on my ear.  Then I saw it.  Shining in the sun about 3 feet away to the left is my earring.  Thank you Lord!  Maybe, she only ate one.  Searching for what seemed a needle in a haystack as veterinarian bills danced through my mind, I finally recovered the right earring about 4 feet away from me.  She didn’t eat it after all.

I never did fing the back to my right earring. After about an hour of searching, I gave up.  Things could have ended up a lot worse. Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend but Oyster Cracker definitely prefers pearls.


My recovered stolen goods

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