tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post8684436420196738706..comments2023-07-26T10:51:33.416-04:00Comments on Hoosier Country Home: Catch up #1 - Goodbye to WilmaMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-75207163546502184942015-06-14T19:44:17.214-04:002015-06-14T19:44:17.214-04:00We do have good neighbors and are very thankful fo...We do have good neighbors and are very thankful for it. I think we got things buttoned up so at least they won't wander mindless in the their yard.<br /><br />When we bought our chickens we got two golden polish. Fred the rooster and Wilma the hen. Looking back I probably wouldn't do that again, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-10451672827799211882015-06-13T17:48:00.991-04:002015-06-13T17:48:00.991-04:00You are very fortunate to have good neighbors. (W...You are very fortunate to have good neighbors. (We do, too. Thank you, thank you.) These things do happen, but it's never a happy situation when they do. Especially when it happens to a hen who has a name and personality. Now unless some of your girls decide to become high jumpers (pole vaulters?), it looks like you have the problem solved.<br /><br />P.S. Your post title really caught my eye . . . my mom's name was Wilma and that's a name you don't hear very often! Have a good weekend.Mama Peahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03649357184167949247noreply@blogger.com