Our Chicken Friends – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

 

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The fluffy, puffy chickens are happy. The sun is shining. The weather is dry. They are singing.

Me:  If you can call chicken squawking singing. I prefer the songbirds overhead. Their songs are prettier.

Wiggles:  But the tree birds aren’t our friends.

Me:  They are my friends. They add melody and color to my day.

Miss Sweetie:  But they don’t drop food on us.

Tiger:  Yeah, they don’t share.

Doodlebug:  Stingy. They keep all their food to themselves.

Me:  They probably have babies to feed.

Stella:  What about us?

Me:  They aren’t obligated to feed bulldogs.

Wiggles:  I like our fluffy, puffy birds. They are generous.

Me:  With what all I feed them, they can afford to be.

Miss Sweetie:  When we visit them, they kick extra food out to us.

Me:  I wish they wouldn’t. I’m not sure how good that is for you.

Stella:  They are just being nice. They are our friends. Not like the selfish squirrels. They don’t throw us extra food. They just throw rotten nuts on our heads.

Wiggles:  I love our chicken friends.

Me:  Yeah, they are your friends as long as you stay outside their run.

Stella:  Lady Human, whatever do you mean?

Me:  I mean like the day a chicken got loose and Snoopey chased her all over the yard until we could corral both of them.

Stella:  Snoopey was a good chaser.

Me:  And you wouldn’t do the same?

Stella:  It would be tempting. But I would restrain myself if you didn’t want me to, Lady Human.

Me:  Really?

Stella:  Well, I would try. Temptations are powerful hard things to resist.

 

 

 

 

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