Aug 14, 2015

Chook Back in Anger

It was clear that Clara the chicken was not feeling too fresh as she gaspily permitted Lyra to pick her up and cuddle her and languished in the garden feeling sorry for herself.

It was only a couple of days later that I was digging the hardened backyard soil in preparation for a touching yet somewhat perfunctory ceremony whereby the dead chicken, after a long and dignified life, was interred, leaving Elizabeth as the last chook standing, besides the brush turkey who thinks she's a chicken.

Now a male bush turkey has moved in and Lacey the turkey (apparently that's her name) is about to be disabused of her misconceptions. In fact another lady turkey has moved in too, and they have constructed a large nest at the bottom of the garden, and nature is probably going to take its course.

Elizabeth the chicken is now being hounded by these pesky interlopers, unfortunately. It's all gone horribly wring for her.

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