Runaway Chickens

Last night, the neighbors called to let us know that there were four hens in their barn and one on their back porch.  We walked over to retrieve them, but the only living thing in the barn was their calf.....

their attack calf...

(Okay, okay, I admit I'm being a little dramatic.  The neighbors are Scott's parents, and the calf is being affectionate....or at least just looking for some udders where ever she might be able to find them.  Still, I think Scott was glad it wasn't this guy--by the way, he's the calf in my very first post.)

The chickens had flown back into the pasture, so we don't even know who the offenders were.

Hazel received a hoof trim (everyone else will be getting theirs this weekend).  The big girls knew to stay back--they didn't want to be next!--but the little sheep wanted to see the action.

Barack O'Llama was on guard, as usual.