The Watch Chicken – Conversations with Stella


I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Evening has settled in. It is almost snacking, Picture Box-watching bedtime for me and Lady Human and… wait…what’s that infernal racket?

Me:  One of the chickens is squawking about something. Let me go see.

Stella:  Me, too! I’m in charge here. Hey, what’s all that noise? Be quiet!

Me:  There’s a loud rumbling from somewhere. Probably a big truck. Shhh. It’s okay. Settle down.


Stella:  Why did she settle down when you said to? She ignored me. That’s just plain wrong.

Me:  They like it when I shush them. I guess they like the sound. It’ll be dark soon. They’ll go to sleep.

Stella: Is she like a guard dog, only she’s a watch chicken? How did that happen?

Me:  I don’t know. Loud noises can stir them up.

Stella:  Nope. Dogs watch and guard. Not chickens. What does she think she’s going to do? Chase off a dog or a human? I’d like to see that. Chickens chasing people.

Me:  It happens. Depends on how irritated the chicken is.

Stella:  I wouldn’t try it if I were her. No chicken is ever going to out irritate a bulldog.








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