What with guests, hangovers, DIY projects, perilous van hanging off bridge episodes, visits to the vets for limping dogs, freezing temperatures, friends giving birth (and the related dog sitting) and now gales and rain we've had precious little time for fun in the hills.
We did however manage to find time for a late night chicken hunt yesterday. Our lovely fellow villager Marigold donated a couple of bantam chickens to Team Invergarry Lodge, but unfortunately they decided they didn't fancy sleeping with the rest of the chickens in the "house that Matt built", preferring instead a night out under the stars. We didn't want to leave them out all night in the gales and torrential rain, we managed to catch one fairly easily, the other proved a little more elusive. We eventually tracked her down deep in the boggy undergrowth over the fence, Jenny finally closed in on her but her patented "laundry basket gaffer taped to a broom handle" wasn't quite up to the job and fell apart at the crucial moment, and her welly boot got stuck in the swamp. We retreated inside.
20 minutes later we headed back out armed with a new top-of-the-range-all-mod-cons-state-of-the-art-technology-poultry-apprehender (wire coat hanger, net curtain and the aforementioned broom handle all gaffer taped and stitched together).
The chicken had taken refuge even deeper in the undergrowth, as I was battling though the rhododendrons, crossing a stream and hoping that none of our neighbours would come down the lane, one of them did, just in time to see Jen slip down a flooded mud bank and get soaked to her neck.
We eventually drove the chicken back to the hostel grounds and caught her with the "poultry apprehender" and return her to the safety of the coop where her friends where waiting for her.
Anyway, Jen has just been to check on them, guess who's missing again!
--Matt
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