At 2:00 this morning, I was awakened by my chicken making noises outside my window. Our chickens sleep in a hut inside their fenced in coop area, which is nowhere near my bedroom window, so I woke up 100% certain that there was a vicious predator in the coop that was killing all the chickens, and this one had managed to fly out and had come cackling at me for help.
I'm busy looking for suitable attire to put on to go out and put the chicken massacre to an end, and looking for my headlamp, and finding my glasses... it seemed like forever. I envisioned carnage and feathers everywhere, with perhaps an opposum or raccoon licking it's little lips in the distance. My heart was racing with fear and adrenaline.
Finally, I got out back and right there waiting at the door is "Lassie." I picked her up and walked out to the coop and the other girls were all safe in the hen house. I have no idea why that silly bird was 1-awake at 2am or 2-cackling outside my window or 3-not in the hen house with the others.
But I was wide awake, and it was still only 2:20 in the morning. I was up for at least another hour with my mind running and my body not wanting to. So I slept in this morning. I had to drive for seminary which means I'd have to be finished working out by 5:30, and I didn't have the energy or desire. I'm counting it as a recovery morning. I'm planning on getting out and walking/running at the park this afternoon.
Hopefully the great chicken mystery of 2 am will not have a sequil anytime soon.
Went to the park and got in 3 laps. Each lap took just under 10 minutes and is around 1 mile. It was beautiful outside. | 