Guess What? (No it's not Chicken Butt, but close)

So a few weeks back I found out that the Icehogs were looking to put together a fan advisory board to help them make decisions about improving the game experience for fans.  What the heck is an Icehog you ask?  Well the Rockford Icehogs are a hockey team.  They were a member of the United Hockey League from 1999 to 2007. The IceHogs played their home games at the MetroCentre. In 2007, the name and logo were purchased and applied to the current American Hockey League franchise. After the transfer of the name and logo to the AHL franchise was complete, the UHL IceHogs then ceased operations.   The team has also signed a 10-year player development contract with the Chicago Blackhawks (The dates and facts are from Wikipedia so if they're off, yell at them not me....I just enjoy the games)  So anyway here is how my Tuesday went....I went outside in the morning to let the chickens out, then came back later to give them some food and noticed that FOUR of them had gotten to the other side of the fence.  Their pen is about 7 feet high (again this is an estimate, I didn't actually measure the height), the pen goes along the neighbors old wire fence which also has some barbed wire at the top....here is an illustration

Ok so somehow the Renegade Chicken taught the other chickens to fly to the top of the pen and jump down on the other side.  Not only are there two fences blocking me from getting accross, but also a thick jungle of blackberry bushes, stinging nettles and trees....its crazy.  So the only way to get them back (as they pace back and forth along the fence and have no clue how to get home) is to stick your arm through the fence really fast and grab one by the tail, then adjust your grip with your other hand so that you are hoding under the wings.  Now here is the fun part, alternate putting your hands through the fences, passing the chicken from hand to hand til you get to the top and can pass her over.  Again let me illustrate...

Are you with me so far?  Now this in itself might seem easy, but to actually catch the chicken you have to get them to come to your hands, that is the hard part.  What I do is throw bread crumbs toward where my one hand is through the fence waiting then when they come near, try to get them.  Ok, this is a process, add to that the whole area is a mud pit from all the rain we got.

You are thinking right now that this has absolutley nothing to do with the Icehogs, or hockey whatsoever.  Well it does, while I was outside doing this, I got a call from the Icehogs.  I did not know this until I came in and found my cell phone on the couch.  In my home I have a secretary, he is 4 and answers the phone on the first ring.  Panicked I checked my call log and saw two mystery numbers and no voicemails.  One number had a kooky area code so I didn't call back but the other was familiar.  I called back and politely told the man that I had this number on my phone and was just returning the call.  He informed me that I was chosen as one of 12 fans to be on the Icehogs advisory board.  Well woo to the hoo, I was so excited I probably stumbled over my words and sounded like a fool on the phone, add to that, I don't have a clue what my 4 year old said to him earlier when he answered the phone so he probably is totally regretting calling me in the first place.  I should be getting an email this week with more details, but I am so super duper excited to have this opportunity.  We even went out for dinner. :)

You might be happy to know that 3 out of the 4 chickens have been safely recovered, the Renegade is giving me a hard time....