We were supposed to have a group breakfast this morning but half of the flock didn’t show up. It had nothing to do with the clocks changing. Bo had that under control. A horn was blaring continuously through the woods behind our chicken yard, so a contingent from coop #1 went to check things out. They came back an hour later shaking their heads and smiling.
“What was it?” I asked Violet as she and the others came up over the rise.
“Believe it or not,” she said, “the sound was coming from a car parked a mile away at the donut shop. Evidently, the owner left her dog in the vehicle when she went inside to order a coffee caramel latte. He lost sight of her, so he stood up and leaned on the horn to get a better vantage point. The poor thing told us that when he heard the horn, he thought something terrible was going down inside the store. He had no idea that he was the one doing the honking.”
Emaline confirmed Violet’s story adding that it ended well. The dog was scared but the owner hugged him and kissed his face until his tail started to wag. It was a great story. While they were there, the ladies picked up a bucket of donut balls. He had them for brunch.