Hen Chronicles: In the end, hunger trumps all, including fear

I used a weed whacker near the henhouse yesterday afternoon, which sent our three hens scurrying out of the pen to hide in their "safe zone" under the elevated coop. Soon, though, they realized that this cleanup operation was propelling countless bits of cut grass and other vegetation through the chicken wire and into the pen.

That discovery obviously called for an immediate reevaluation. On Planet Chicken, there's no fear too great to risk passing up a tasty snack.

Snow, Nellie and Hope quickly emerged from beneath the coop. Suddenly oblivious to the sound of the weed whacker, they began munching merrily until they had gobbled up all of the green stuff. Priorities have to be set in life. As far as "the girls" are concerned, voracious appetites always top the list.