She's being very careful how far she gets from this evergreen tree pictured at the left. She's very wary since Loco, the dog, came sniffing around.
If the photo came through, you can see she's behind the old log we set in the grass. It was placed there for
grandkids on which to walk and learn to keep their balance, but she's making use of it, her way.
Rebel Rogue's made herself two hiding places, the one you know under the low hanging branches, the other is outside the fence, and it, too, is under low hanging branches. To make a nest, she scratches and pecks, and scratches some more pulling dried leaves, and soft needles into a pile. Then she lowers her girth and swishes her body to round them out for her to sit in. So far, no eggs.
Rebel's finally found the pond, yesterday I saw her standing on the landscape brick whole body bending, butt up, beak down, sipping. Before, she was drinking from the cat bowl, but we've hid them.
I'm trying my best to get her used to me, going out a couple times a day and approaching her in different ways. She will come to within 6 feet when clapping. And she's very interested when you cast, whether it's bread, or cracked corn.
She's getting brave when I'm inside the house. She comes out to peck in the grass, or the piled leaves by the foundation. Always head up! Turn one eye slightly right, then the other eye slightly left. Raise one foot. Hold that pose. Move! Gently now, gently move....
I opened the door ever so slowly, to take a picture, and "Whoops!" the hinge creak sends her scurrying. Straight to the corner! She thinks if she stands really still where fence and house meet behind the burning bush, I can't see her.
We'll have a relationship yet.
"I, too, am sniffing out your hiding places Rebel Rogue."
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