This post has almost nothing to do with knitting, but a lot to do with me.
One thing you should know about me:
I love animals.
And I know a lot of people say that. I love pretty much all animals. Not mosquitoes, because I have a bad reaction when they bite me, but my love extends to animals most others don’t like much. I love fish, rodents, reptiles, even insects. When I was a little kid, I came up with the idea of being a vegetarian without even knowing that such a thing existed!
All that is the necessary preface to the following story, in which I become a chicken rescuer.
One of the women in my knitting group was going on a weekend trip, and I agreed to take care of her chickens. I actually really like chickens, and had a beloved Bantam rooster, Bitsy, as a pet when I was younger.
Early Sunday morning I went to feed the chickens I was caring for and let them out into their yard. As I was walking home with my bag full of eggs, I walked by the doorway to an empty storefront on the main street of my Seattle neighborhood, and saw a strange bird out of the corner of my eye. In fact, it was a chicken.
A very small, very fancy* chicken. She was also very scared. I stood there for a moment wondering what I should do. I couldn’t just leave the helpless scared chicken there. She was obviously lost, and on a busy street with a lot of foot traffic and dogs. But how was I going to rescue this chicken while walking down the street? I didn’t even have my purse, just a Ziploc bag full of eggs from the previous chickens. I reached out to pet her and she let me, obviously this was someone’s chicken.
*Yep, she was fancy. I neglected to take a picture of her, but here’s one of the breed:
So I did what any animal-loving Seattleite would do – I walked into the Starbucks two doors down and asked for a cardboard box to rescue a lost chicken.
Then I returned, put my bag of eggs and the wayward chicken in the Starbucks box, and took the Metro bus home. Luckily the chicken was very quiet, and no one noticed the woman riding the bus with a chicken in a box.
Once at home, I cleaned out one of my cat carriers, put in a cushy towel, bowl of water, and some food and proceeded to write “FOUND: Chicken” posts online. And I successfully found her people and returned her later that day. She was a beloved Sebright Bantam hen, very similar to my own little guy, Bitsy. She cuddled into her owner’s coat for the ride home.
Now I guess I can add “chicken rescuing” to the skills on my resume. 😉