Rebel Rogue was roosting on the hood of my truck!!!!!! Gag and yuck! You know what they leave behind, don't you? Little dark based piles coming to a white peak. Oh, gross and grody! Oh, Lord, oh, mighty!
Shaking my head, "No,no, no you don't!" and waving my arms, I got out the yard stick (remember, it means nothing to a chicken) and whacked her a good one with a thump on the rump! I do not want her to perch up there ever again, so I did aim to make contact (doing no harm).
"CLU-U-U-UCK", Rebel flew off! Yes, a chicken can fly.
They fly low. They fly short distances. And even when perching they poop!
Poor John, my darling hubby, in his weakened state, after being sick for five days, he didn't realize how well-spaced and thoroughly Rebel had decorated the front deck with those piles. As she's searching for the cat food, she leaves a trail in her quest. I wish she'd just stay closer to her nest! Anyway, he was being nice to Piper, the cat, giving her fresh water, when ... ooops ... he slid. One foot slid. ICK! He'd unwittingly stuck his foot in it -- a gross and grody pile. Now, we're cleaning deck and deck shoes!
I wondered if she knew how ticked we were at her!
This morning Rebel could be an item in a Highlights magazine's "Hidden Pictures" -- can't be found. I'm watching Piper, our black cat, and Piper is watching to the right. I suspect one of us knows where that Rebel Rogue is currently roosting.
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