Trials & Triumphs ~ A Tale of Margret the Pullet

This is Margret. 

Margret is from Texas.

Margret was lovingly given to a friend, but these friends already had chickens, and their chickens didn't very much appreciate the Texan invasion.

So Margret was taken to the Riddle Ranch in hopes of a fresh start in California.

There was a little girl who fell in love with Margret and gave her more attention than she cared to receive.

Margret wasn't the only little pullet who traveled from Texas to California.

Margret had a friend named Fluffy.

But Fluffy was eaten.

By our dog.

We thought we lost Margret also.

She had disappeared for a day and a night.

The little girl was heartbroken and gutturally sobbed for two.  Straight.  Hours.

Loudly.

The next day, a blur and the sound of a chicken ran past the little girl.

Margret was running for her life.

From our dog.

The little girl went into hysterics at the surprising fact that Margret was still alive.

But she wouldn't be for long unless a person could get to her before the dog.

The little girl's mother, with he help of older siblings, rescued the young hen that still chirped instead of clucked.

Margret went straight into the little girl's squeezy arms and the weary chicken and elated girl danced and twirled and cuddled, and the little girl sang at the top of her lungs, Togeeeeeeeether!  Togeeeeeeether!  Together agaaaaain!

Now Margret (who now clucks instead of chirps) shares a patch of (protected) earth with two lambs, Shamrock and Blossom.

After a week of sharing life with the lambs, Margret has decided that she is, in fact, a lamb as well.

Shamrock and Blossom are her flock.

Now, Margret goes wherever Shamrock and Blossom go.

When the lambs nap, Margret naps.

When the lambs run, so does Margret.

When the lambs bottle feed, Margret gets very put out that she doesn't get a bottle of her own, and often, Margret flies atop the mother's back in angry protest as the mom tries to feed those lambs.

But Margret is safe now, with a very puppyish reminder of the dangers that anxiously await on the other side of the run.

So Margret stays with her flock of two lambs until March when we welcome a dozen chicks to the ranch.

Hopefully Margret won't try to ram them.

I'm sharing this at Simple Lives Thursday, Barn Hop, & Farm Girl Friday.