Any long-time follower of the oopoomoo blog will remember the adventure of our Chain Mail Chickens. We sent four, very brave rubber chickens out into the big, wide world to experience a life of adventure and bring fun and joy to our free-spirited photography friends. We were amazed at the response from both feathered friend and photo buddy. Apparently, photographers are just as corny as us (did you get that sly innuendo, just there, about corn? And chickens? No? Ok. Read on, – you can still get valuable information here.). The journeys of our intrepid fowl were documented by the skilled hands of many photographers and you can catch up their back stories here. Three of our feathered friends, Stu Pott, Cluckin Chuck, and Peter Pecker made safe returns to our chicken coop back home in Cochrane, Alberta. But somewhere out in the big barnyard of the world, Larry Lays-Two-Eggs, most sadly, went M.I.A. Last we heard he was in transit between British Columbia and Florida… we suspect he may have been fried somewhere in Kentucky but we held out hope he escaped the 11 herbs and spices! We secretly hoped that he’d defected, a la Edward Snowden on some kind of crackdown on the inhumane reality of chicken battery coops.
But now we’re not sure.
Well, it seems we are not the only ones who are concerned for the safe return of Larry-Lays-Two Eggs. We have this updated report from Drake Dyck of an interesting encounter he had related to our missing chicken. Drake’s report follows below:
It’s been a while since I have been in touch with oopoomoo, but something happened today while I was out taking photos in my neighbourhood that I thought I should pass on. It was one of those days where the weather was changing from overcast and breezy, to clear, sunny skies. I decided to take advantage of one of the sunny breaks by taking some pictures of our flowers. Just as I was snapping a photo of a lone tulip, an intruder appeared!
Well, this is the first time that I’ve heard of a flower being photobombed, but there it was, a crazed looking chicken. Immediately, my Golden Retrievers gave chase, and one of them, Meva, caught the culprit before she could fly the coop.
I persuaded Meva to turn her over to me for a little chat and I learned that her name was Henrietta and she was here searching for a long lost member of the Chain Mail Chicken clan. She said that family lore had it that one of her uncles went missing a couple years back when he was on a grand adventure visiting photographers across the country. According to the story she heard, one of the last destinations that her dearly departed uncle had planned to go to, was Sooke, on Vancouver Island. That’s what she was doing in my garden; she was searching for her uncle. After hearing her sad tale, I decided to help her in her quest. First, we searched the rest of the yard and she stopped for a drink from the hummingbird feeder.
Then we walked to the nearby pond, where the search continued.
Despite looking high and low, we didn’t see her kin anywhere.
Henrietta was in a foul mood, even for a fowl. She was getting hungry from a full day of travel all the way to Sooke and then trudging through the cattails. As she crossed the bridge, she called back to me that she was going to grab a bite to eat.
Seeing what looked plump and tasty, she jumped at the chance to fill up. She told me later that it was the worst hotdog she ever ate and it was no wonder someone had left so many of them on sticks all around the pond.
Before I could explain her mistake, she was off filling up on some mushrooms.
The cattail and mushrooms must have made her very thirsty, because the next thing I know, she’s crawling over to nearby stream and wading in. She found a bottle and was drowning her sorrows.
I fished her out and reassured her that her uncle would be proud of her for going to such great lengths to try and find out what happened to him. This seemed to buoy her and she decided to take a brief rest under a nearby tree to collect her thoughts before continuing.
Feeling refreshed, Henrietta decided the area around the pond had been thoroughly searched and that she should walk me home. On the way, she saw a gentleman watering a garden and stopped to talk to him. Unfortunately, he didn’t say a word and remained stone faced the entire time we were there, even when Henrietta cuddled up to him.
Henrietta was disappointed that we didn’t find a trace of her long lost uncle and she said she wants to keep searching around the area. She said that she didn’t have a plan as to what to do next, so she’d have to wing it. When I invited her to stay as long as she wanted, she was overjoyed and insisted I take one more photo when we got home, where she told me she was going to make sure to stop and smell the roses!
I have a feeling that Henrietta will be joining me on some more of my local adventures, but I hope that when I’m taking photos, she’ll keep a little lower profile… at least most of the time. If the missing link from Henrietta’s flock is ever spotted, she will make sure to send him straight back to his family with the clan at oopoomoo.
If anyone else has information about our missing Larry-Two-Eggs let us know. Below is a portrait of of beloved chicken!
To see more of Drake’s photography be sure to visit his website!