I’ve looked out my kitchen window and seen many things: children, cats, dogs, rabbits, squirrels, birds, but yesterday was the first time I’ve looked out and seen a chicken. Where did it come from? I don’t know and can only guess. It was thirsty. It hopped up on the bird bath and drank and drank. Then, it wandered into the front yard and into my neighbor’s yard, the neighbor just to my west.
I put out some water in my front yard and scattered some of Nemo’s dry dog food on the ground. I’m fresh out of chicken feed.
The chicken was very interested in bugs and other stuff in the grass. He (I think it was a rooster) pecked and wandered, looking, with his keen eyes, for tidbits here and yummy bites there. Finally, he found a patch of bare ground and scratched and fluffed feathers to his heart’s content. It had been a long time since I’d seen a chicken digging in the dirt. They love dust baths, you know.
So far, he has survived neighborhood cats and dogs. He’s so skinny (to be kind, I’ll say svelte) that he can go under gates. If he has any sense at all, he’ll fly up on a fence or a tree limb to roost at night. Maybe he’s made friends of the other animals in the area. I hope so. But then, there are other hazards–owls, for instance, and hawks with their keen eyes and reputations for being carnivorous.
Last night, I was fixing supper when Peg called. “Guess what I see in my back yard?” she said. “A chicken?” I guessed. And, I was right. Where did he come from? Where is he going? Is he a traveling man or just out for a brief excursion? It’s a mystery.
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