Yesterday afternoon, as I was negotiating an offer for some clients/ friends of mind (wish them luck), my boyfriend sent me a text: "I'm on my way home with wine and chickens."

My assumption was that he'd stopped somewhere and picked up dinner - and just made a typical text typo with the "s" on chicken. Wrong.

He arrived around 5:00 with several bottles of wine (I think I'm going to need them....) and a large planter pot with a CHICKEN in it! A real live chicken!! It is a full grown hen and it is about to become a mother - it's sitting on several eggs! From him about Henrietta's home:  "I wanted some easy and quick coop for her and some way to contain the chicks if they should hatch. Otherwise they will be lunch for other critters.

So I bought this rabbit cage and put it in a tree.  Being as Henrietta wasn't interested in getting out of the pot, I decided I would cut a part of the side out. As I was cutting with my tin snips, I noticed feathers coming out. I trimmed her tail a little..........oops. She was not a happy chicken. But I will make it up to her.

She is getting a new roof and a stereo systems for chickens. And, of course, Kim wants to put in a new tile floor."

Only in St Croix!  (Read Part II.  Henrietta is now a mother.)