The Great Escape

We learned tonight that our fence has gaps wide enough for a little chicken to escape through. We also learned that it's embarrassing to roam around your neighbor's backyard trying to catch said chicken.

This particular escapee is named Rosemary. I named her that because she seemed to be the sweetest little thing, and 'Rosemary' is a good name for a sweet little chicken. I'm sad that she is not living up to the expectations I had of her.

Here are all our little chicken friends, posing for a family picture. Scarlett is on top of the water feeder (which I was so kindly cleaning for them when Rosemary escaped). Clockwise from her is Blanche, Rosemary the Terror, then Mae. I'm sorry that I didn't take any of the suggestions I was given. Not including the names that would encourage someone to think of these little darlings as dinner, I appreciate all the good pushes in the right direction. I agonized for days over what to name them...David saying "they're just chickens!" didn't help me any.















Moving on to what you're really here for, Daphne updates, you will be happy to know that we're doing our best to keep her entertained and happy. And very relaxed.















We found a park under the Sellwood Bridge that we walked today. I was having fun snapping pictures of Daphne on this abandoned railroad track, until David yelled "train!" and I almost fell over in trying to get us quickly off the tracks. Yes, I knew they were abandoned, but they still made me jumpy.


































She's lovin' those toes.















Cute baby.