Yesterday afternoon Cal and I were taking our almost daily nap, when it wounded like dinosaurs were running across the deck outside the bedroom. I mean they were loud, especially on the wooden deck.
They came pounding from the east side of the yard heading west. I thought maybe a cat was in the yard again. So I leaped up, opened the sliding door and ran out to protect my baby girls. Annie even came out to help. Nothing! No cat, no marauding creature of any kind. WTH? I was just dozing off you little running rats.
All of a sudden they came running again, Barbara in the lead, with Mabel right behind her, around the lawn, past the hedges and BAM up on the wooden deck again, which I kid you not sounds like a lot of something heavy. Still no sign of threat.
When they did this a third time, I finally figured out they were playing a game, perhaps chicken tag, and just having a ball. I wanted to be annoyed, but I can't be when I see those mini-dinosaurs running around playing.
It is still a little off- putting when they come running at you, with those chicken eyes, until I remember that I could probably drop kick one of them over the fence.....not that I ever would, but it supports my illusion that I am in charge.
Having chickens is the funnest thing I have done in a long time. Comedians of the barnyard, that's what they are.
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