REBEL ROGUE RESTING NICELY

Rebel Rogue is resting nicely in her nest, she'd had a tough morning.

With no rooster to crow up the eastern sun, she'd had to wake up on her own.  She'd pranced around surveying the landscape, giving me the one eye.

"Are you friend or foe?"  

"Are you feeding me?"  

"Where's that black cat?  Should I run?"

This red rogue chicken is a rebel, she'd came to the spot where the cat food's set.  She wasn't detoured by my throwing at her a small trash bag which I was on my way to toss into the dumpster.  There was no aim to hit, just to scare.

"CLUCK!  Cluck, cluck, cluck, clu-U-UCK!"  Off she'd scampered.

Cat got fed.  

But where's red?  No where.  

Turning back to the house I saw her sneaking from the other side, so I got my white yard stick from behind the door and chased her away from Piper's food. 

Sometime, after I'd taken darling hubby his breakfast, and Piper, the cat, had finished hers, that durned Rebel Rogue of a chicken returned.  Just when my back was turned!

This is going to be an expensive experience, dual residence of the feral feline and fowl!

Note, yard sticks mean nothing to a hungry and determined chicken.

Rebel's had a rough morning, and but she's resting nicely now, AFTER-ALL, she'd gotten to the cat food, she has a full belly!!!!