Lazarus...maybe?

Nothing is ever normal here on Spring Peeper Farm.

Never

Ever.

Ever.

This morning I was three minutes away from going live on

 CTV Morning Live when the phone starts to ring. 

Who on earth calls at 7:12am?

So I scream (yes, very professional I know) to Jamie,

"ANSWER THE PHONE! QUICK!"

He answers the phone, listens and then hangs up and runs BEHIND ME, 2 minutes before Cyril Lunney says " And now we have Lisa Doucette our correspondent from Concession..." in his PJ bottoms and no shirt. To see what is outside.

Then he says, " Norman (our neighbour up the road) says there's a dead chicken on the side of the road if we want it. The meat is probably still good."

What?!

No!!!Eww.

"Good Morning, Cyril!"

120 seconds later I'm off the air and go see what Jamie and Norman were talking about.

There on the side of the road is one of the neighbour's chickens.  It wasn't there an hour ago when I did the morning chores. And I would have noticed it since I passed right by it with Emilie for her morning ablutions.

It must just have happened when Norman went on his morning walk. He would have seen it.

So I Facebook my neighbour (no I don't call there, we're in 2015, you Facebook people now) and tell her...Another one bit the dust :(

We're both sad.

Then I go to put my clothes on the line and there's another white chicken on my lawn.  

NO WAIT! The dead chicken is not there anymore! It's the dead chicken!

Holy Moly! 

It's risen from the dead!

This deserves a PHONE CALL to the neighbour!!!

"Your chicken has been resurrected!"

"Do you think you can catch it?" she says?

So I go out and catch her.  I brought her home. Not sure if she's going to survive, but at least she might have a chance.

Dave came to visit me after he was done work today.
I told him the story of the Lazarus chicken.

He said," You're going to blog this aren't you?"

Yup.

Have a Blessed Evening.

Lisa