Some of you may know that my dad bought five chicks last year in late winter. They turned out to be Polish chickens, of which the two white ones remain with us.



They aren't too noisy and we get a couple of eggs every two days from them. Nadia is always asking me to fry up two eggs for her.

Fast forward a few months and a colleague from our church work offers to gift the kids a couple of guineas. "Why, of course, we'll take them!" How neat is that? Turns out, not very neat. LOL



A week or two ago, my neighbor, who knows about the Polish hens, but hadn't met the guineas, complained that two chickens were on top of his roof. "But they weren't your chickens," he said. I just smiled and mumbled something about shooing them away next time. I thought I'd keep an eye on them and see for myself. Sure enough, this weekend they were over on his roof once when I looked for them.

So, we had to box them up (a hilarious, if not entirely disgraceful episode) and take them back to church. They'll be reunited with their former family and they'll enjoy the country life so much more than life in Midwest City.

I'm kinda sad about it. I thought they were "purty".