Why? She's eating the cat's food.
No matter where we move the bowl, Rebel Rogue finds it!
First, I moved Piper's, the black cat, set of black bowls (one water, one food) off the deck to the grass. Next thing I knew, empty.
Since Piper likes to eat about 3 times a day, I decided to keep an eye on the food bowl. So, I moved it to the top of the picnic table which I can observe while in the house. I was sure that that bird wouldn't flip and fly up to there. She did.
Well, I'd had it. Like a knight on a chess board I made an L-move. Straight to the garage, open side door, go left, set food and water in there. Leave door propped open just barely enough for a cat, but not a chicken. Cat's will nudge something open. If their head can get through, the rest of the body follows. I was sure I'd outfoxed that chicken.
Later in the day, I went in to get a flat head screwdriver. The bowls were empty. That Rebel Rogue was contentedly perched on John's tool box sleeping. SLEEPING! Oh, the fire in my eyes!
I grabbed a broom, not knowing if she had the sense to leave the room via the door, and swung towards her, "Squa-awk!"
SHE SCUTTLED STRAIGHT FOR THE DOOR!
Now, what to do! Where will Piper find her food, and Rebel not? This is getting to be a problem. John says we might take Rebel home ourselves, if we can figure out how to catch her.
If he'd known in advance he might've caught her first thing yesterday's rainy morning. She was sheltered in the wheel-well of the truck sleeping on top of the tire.
Rebel Rogue definitely knows how to hide. The neighbor's dog Loco accompanied his owner to our door. He gave us a repaired truck vacuum pump. Loco went zooming around the fenced in part of the yard sniffing everywhere. I mean she was excited, she was on the hunt!
"She's definitely tuned into something!" said the dog's owner.
But Rebel was hiding under low-hanging, touching the ground branches of the fir tree. Loco never did locate her. Check!
She thought she was gonna get us in check.
She discovered a comrade. The sliding glass door reflected a red feathered chicken. Thinking it was another just like herself, she kept pecking and visiting and clucking and pecking the glass. The two of them were supposed to outwit the mistress of the house, you see. Not! I hung a rubber snake on the door handle! They've not been back.
CHECKMATE!
Now, what to do! Where will Piper find her food, and Rebel not? This is getting to be a problem. John says we might take Rebel home ourselves, if we can figure out how to catch her.
If he'd known in advance he might've caught her first thing yesterday's rainy morning. She was sheltered in the wheel-well of the truck sleeping on top of the tire.
Rebel Rogue definitely knows how to hide. The neighbor's dog Loco accompanied his owner to our door. He gave us a repaired truck vacuum pump. Loco went zooming around the fenced in part of the yard sniffing everywhere. I mean she was excited, she was on the hunt!
Loco, is a big, brown, loving, friendly, high energy, 2 y.o. German shepherd. He raced around the fences sniffing and tail wagging. He sniffed under left side of deck, backed out, sniffed frantically on south side of deck, backed out, tripped over his own hind legs, then went to the right side of the deck and about squished his whole body under there but only half would go.
"She's definitely tuned into something!" said the dog's owner.
But Rebel was hiding under low-hanging, touching the ground branches of the fir tree. Loco never did locate her. Check!
She thought she was gonna get us in check.
She discovered a comrade. The sliding glass door reflected a red feathered chicken. Thinking it was another just like herself, she kept pecking and visiting and clucking and pecking the glass. The two of them were supposed to outwit the mistress of the house, you see. Not! I hung a rubber snake on the door handle! They've not been back.
CHECKMATE!
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