Well today Tinker refused to let me take him to his cage so I could do a morning chore. Well it got to the point I just had to trust him and went to do my job.
Great now where is the little devil now? I called but no peeps or anything, total silence! I look everywhere and under everything. Checked the master bedroom, under the bed behind everything. Now I'm worried so down to the lower level that he has visited by accident a couple of times. Five rooms I go through and no sign of the little B.......r.
Back up stairs and call again, nothing and it has been twenty minutes and now I thinking the worse.
Wait what's that, a tapping sound down the hall. Off I go back to the master bedroom then I here it again. Looking up he only has his head sticking out over the ceiling lamp shade. By this time I'm glad he's ok but peeved at the same time.
Well he is a stubborn gray chicken and refuses to come to me. I have to get the ladder and embarrass him all the way back to his cage.
He's not happy but I have to clear 10" of wet heavy snow as it looks like we will get much more before noon.
I wish I had taken a picture but by then I wasn't in a picture taking mood.