Flyover Honors Chickie Girls' Move to Eglu
The further adventures of Ms. B. Rock, Heckie, Hennie and Arriauna --
The Blue Angels did a flyover as the chickie girls were moving from the back bedroom, out into the Eglu. The Angels tipped their wings in salute. How nice that the folks at the Air Force Academy, a few miles up the highway will also enjoy the flyover on this Memorial Day.
The Eglu and attached run were ready with fresh straw in the nest and on the ground in the run. Two waterers and two feeders in place. Several yummy green weeds are growing the run.
The girls made the trip in the dog carrier. They entered into the Eglu through the egg retrieval door. But they did not come out into the run.
Too scary!
That straw might hurt our feet!
Sunlight might burn our feathers up in smoke!
When we used to look out the window, Heckie, you said it would be great to be outside.
Yeah, well…its fun, isn’t it?
No, and I think I hear a cat sniffing the back of our poop tray. Are you sure she can’t get us?
Oh, here comes our lady. She’s opening the sky (read: egg retrieval door).
Yikes, she picked me up. She carried me way down there to the end of the straw. She pushed my face is some water. Hmmm, it tasted good.
[Each chickie got a sample of the water, except Ms. B. Rock.]
Ms. B. Rock, why didn’t she push your face in the water?
Well, my dears, I’m larger and therefore wiser, so I did not need to be half drowned to learn the location of the water. Follow my cue and you will learn a lot.
Arriauna finally speaks up. I wish we were in the bedroom again.
What is a cue?
6 comments:
Thank goodness - a lifelong question has been answered: are chickens dumb.......what IS a birdbrain. The Skwaaaaark Quartet has given the definitive answer. What is it??? Imagine how thrilled you'd be to walk thru brilliant green grass up to your armpits - what an adventure. As for leading a chicken to water but not forcing her to drink.....you shot that one off the table. The girls must learn that The Lady only and always has their best interests at heart. I'm sure there will be occasional grumbling but within, a profound, if hidden, gratitude for all your loving care.
If they do not adjust gracefully, remember, you are a retired paralegal; surely you'd know a good attorney to recommend!
Finally, the Blue Angels have got it right and their priorities perfect! Ik straining to retun to CS - soon, soon.
I'm sure the girls scarcely noticed the Blue Angels as part of their debut. Now tell me what is the name of their Cotillion? I assume they wore long white gloves for the occasion. What a dramatic entrance to be accompanied by men in uniform! The Lady has raised you well, dear girls. I'm sure you will grow large beautiful boobs in that adorable Barbie house.
The Skwaaaark Quartet disproved another legend today. It started raining. They went inside. No dummies, my girls!
The Cotillion...my, my, the girls spent hours dressing. The feather-dos took quite a long time to arrange. The long white gloves were difficult to pull over 3 widely spaced toes. Poor darling Arriauna...she cried and cried after stepping in...you know!
All in all, they had a grand time. The uniformed escorts couldn't stay long...said they had to fly! and they did.
A fox at the henhouse??? Too, too trite! Honestly Three Chicken Farm has all the makings of the next Disney animated movie, dont' you think? Looking down upon the swimming pool in the courtyard of the apt. building next door, I see - every early morning and after dusk evening - a Mallard pair gliding around the pool in graceful silence. They stay close together and traverse the entire pool, back and forth. Then they leave. I wonder where they sleep, how they eat. They bring such joy to me each time I look out and find them there - I can only imagine how much the chickie girls give you!
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