Yesterday while having a reading lesson with Abi, Mary and Jacob were working on their english, the baby was napping and Baruch was playing outside. . . the quiet outside made me wonder just what Baruch was busy doing. A check revealed him in the garage which smelled terribly of gas fumes. There was a pile of chicken feed on the floor which he had poured gasoline on and two chickens were eating as well as one chicken looking sickly in a corner. Further investigation found this chicken doused with gasoline! After stripping Baruch of his gas laden clothes and calling Drew to find out what should be done with the suffering bird I shoed all the chickens out of the garage. Then gave the worst one a drink of fresh water. By then Drew called back saying his mom thought scrubbing her down with dish soap and rinsing her with the hose was the best we could do. Long story longer the kids took turns blow drying her as it was a chilly day and I feared she would catch pneumonia. She is prancing around today but I wonder when we will get another egg out of the poor hen!
Mary's comment "If the garage would have burned down Smokey would have lived up to his name."
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