(with inserts from ¨Master¨)
Yesterday Master gave us an extra handful of feed and our favorite, Wheat Bread! He has done this before and we all fought hard to get our share and a little more. But the next day he took one of us away, we have not seen Breakfast since then. Maybe she got promoted?
Anyhow, Dinner and I are getting a little nervous because Master might take one of… Uh oh, here is here! Quick hide! (Chickens run to other side of 4X4 sized pen and bury their heads in their feathers)
Not me, not me!!! (Judging weight of chickens) Shoot, he picked me! Goodbye Dinner!
What is that grain sack for? Oh, you want me inside of it? I am not a big fan of this idea, but ok. Where are we going Master? I cluck. No response from him. I have often felt he does not understand me, we never understand him.
We seem to have stopped moving. Whose face is that looking in the bag? I guess this is my New Master. He seems nice, though he quite a bit shorter than Master, he will do. (gifted the chicken to a family in my town who has been very kind to me)
New Master’s house is a lot different and there are some strange looking animals here. They are big, pink and smell like our cage did when Master would forget to clean it for awhile. I am sharing a cage with this other Hen; she is not too friendly but is much nicer than that psychotic male bird next door. Who does he think he is making all that racket whenever it pleases him?
Well it is time for bed, goodnight strange new world.
Ugh, that stupid bird kept us up all night! What nerve.
Hooray, New Master is here with breakfast, yum! Aw, shoot, just dried corn? Master always gave us a good mixture, oh well, food is food. Bye, New Master and thanks!
Hey what the heck! The male bird snuck in our cage! Get out I scream from the other side of the cage. Oh no, he… he just killed the hen! No, you stay away from me you killer! He runs at me, but today is not my day to die. So I cover my head with my feathers and drop to the ground. Hahaha! I have bested the beast!
I think he is gone… Oh good, New Master came back and took him away. Good job New Master! I see the hen’s body next to me, poor girl. She never saw it coming. More food for me!
Oh hey New Master, what is that shinny thing you got there? Oh, we are going somewhere, ok as long as it is away from that male bird.
I don't know what to say about this report...especially because we are having chicken for dinner this evening.Anyway, it is probably too late to let our chicken read your report....life is transient...so, we do what we have been programmed to do.
ReplyDeleteIt is so easy to get tied up in "things" that have to be done, but when we read your blogs and see Cath's pictures, we know that there is another side of all this life that might be a bit more uncomfortable, but maybe it is a lot happier. Do with less ??? Even today, at almost 85,I look around at things we have and I wonder why it is all necessary. So, out a lot of stuff goes. Maybe we all have a little bit of your chicken in us....there is an end to all this, but, in the interim we have the opportunity to do so much good. How many really take advantage of that opportunity?? Well, dinner is ready, and we do love you Tristan, and believe me we would be down there with you in a second if we were a bit younger....El amor y las oraciones....Nanny and Grandpa