One, Two and where are you?

The three ladies are ever so polite, they always curtsey and lift their feathers as they walk. They never gossip or  stick their beaks into any thing that has nothing to do with them.

However they do like a walk and often forget  which way they have gone. We often have to  retrieve them from other people's gardens. " Are these your hens by any chance", "oh yes I say that's them, they love a walk but have a terrible sense of direction thank you".  "Mind you they are incredibly polite are they not". " Yes they are" I shout back. This is followed by me having to herd my hens home.

Well today one of the ladies isn't in the paddock or in their shed.
 I  definitely counted three out this morning.

Then mister kindly-next-door-neighbor popped his head over the fence.  "One of your ladies is in my kitchen, she's quite happy and actually she is very polite and everything, infact I am  quite  enjoying her company really", (if you remember mister kindly-next-door-neighbor 's furry friend died last year, and he loves having a furry companion or indeed it seems a feathery one). "It's just that she is leaving little present everywhere" . 

Miss Furry thought this highly amusing, (as only she does). "Ha ha I would never ever leave  little presents everywhere, ha ha those hens are so silly, ha ha and I am much too dignified for anything like that ha ha those hens really"...  I said to Miss Furry "have you finished yet?, do you remember the time you got your bottom stuck in the door of your litter tray and I had to dismantle it to get you out".

Well, Miss Furry gave me that look the one that could cut through butter, the one where her eyes go all black and hard... And decided that she was going down to the garden " to speak to the Gnomes, so there !!!"...