Y’all. We need to talk about Sophia. Our Sophia is not from The Golden Girls. Although that sass is there too, but our Sophia is the Buff Orpington escape artist of the 1737 Urban Homestead.
Now, I need you to understand something. We have a secure coop. A secure coop. Doors locked. Fencing double-checked. Chicken wire tight. But somehow, someway, Miss Sophia keeps finding a way out. I’m starting to think she’s got a degree in prison breaks.
This chicken is embracing her best Free Range Fantasia. Meanwhile, the rest of the Golden Girls are still inside the coop like, “Girl… HOW?!”
We’ve watched her. We’ve followed her. We’ve even tried to catch her in the act. But no. She waits until you turn your back. She blinks twice. Poof, she’s strutting across the yard like she pays the property taxes.
At this point, I think she’s doing it for sport. Just testing the system. She may be a hen, but she’s also a woman of the world. She has dreams and places to be. Garden beds to peck. Flower pots to sit in. My nerves to dance on.
And let me tell you, the other girls? Blanche, Dorothy, and Rose? They’re starting to look at her like, “If Sophia can do it…” I’m on edge every morning. It’s as if I’m running a poultry penitentiary.
But real talk—watching her march across the lanai like she owns the place does make me laugh. Even when I’m fussing, I can’t help but love her little rebellious self. That’s the thing about homestead life. You plan for vegetables and fresh eggs. Instead, you end up with drama and comedy. You also have a chicken who refuses to be contained.
Here’s to Sophia. She is our fluffy little freedom fighter and the queen of the great escape. She is the reason I check the coop like it’s Fort Knox.
Until next time—lock the coop, double-check the latch, and always keep an eye on Sophia.
—Shawana
1737 Urban Homestead
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