Zippy's on the loose . . .

The grass is always greener on the other side, or so Zippy thinks. On what can only be called a Florida Fall morning, the humidity as high as it gets, and the temperature already at 83 when the sun came up, Zippy dug her way to freedom. Chester was quite alarmed by his furry friend wandering on the outside of her playpen eating every blade of green grass she encountered, however with a little coaxing he settled right down to stand guard as she continued on her journey. George herded his hens in the opposite direction, knowing full well that kind of trouble he did not need. All the while Beauregard and Captain Jack sounded alarms from both sides of chicken yard, and Ruthie and Frenchie peered disapprovingly from their laying buckets inside the coop. Zippy when on about her business, blissfully unaware of all the concern she had gathered on this Florida Fall morning.