Chicken Invasion – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. This is my realm. Is that the right word, Lady Human? Realm?

Me:        Yeah, that’s fine.

Stella:    Today a non-bulldog has invaded my realm and we are not amused.

Me:        Hey, you borrowed that from Queen Victoria. Very clever.

Stella:    Borrowed what? We are not amused.

Me:        I know what you’re going to complain about. It’s no big deal.

Stella:    An invasion is no big deal?

Me:        There’s no invasion…

Stella:    Then what is that?

Me:        That is one…I repeat…one of the silkie chickens. She has a problem. She is going to sleep inside the house tonight.

Stella:    No, this is bulldog territory!

Me:        Well, and human territory. And parakeet territory. And cat territory.

Stella:    NO! My point exactly! Let just one non-bulldog inside the house and pretty soon the whole house is filled with non-bulldogs.

Me:        Excuse me for pointing this out, but this is a human house built by humans for humans and we invited you all in.

Stella:    Hey, we are five bulldogs to your two humans. Whose house is whose? We rule.

Me:        No, that’s not the way this works.

Stella:    Why is a chicken in the house?

Me:        This one silkie is not feeling well. She is getting some supplements that are helping, but with her in the house, I can keep a better eye on her. Hopefully, she will be all better within a few days.

Stella:    A few days? Is that what she told you?

Me:        She didn’t tell me a thing. Chickens are flock birds. They don’t like being alone without the others. Believe me, she is going to be happier to get back out in the chicken run with her flock than you are going to be happy to have her outside again.

Stella:    I doubt that. Bulldogs, hear ye! Hear ye! The fluffy chicken will be with us for a short…SHORT…time. Leave her be. Don’t try to eat her food or drink her water. We have our own.

Doodlebug:   I like chicken feed.

Miss Sweetie:    They kick some out to me sometimes and it’s like a snack.

Wiggles:   Will she be laying eggs? Because I LOVE eggs. And egg shells. And anything that has been around eggs.

Tiger:     I love chicken!

Me:        No, absolutely not!

 

 

 

 

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