Remember, she's clap trained?
Well, that depends on her mood!
I clapped and clapped and she didn't come. I cast cracked corn and she didn't come. I put out cat food and she didn't come.
So, I went back into the house.
And...the land rises, so there's a slight hill.
My shed blocks that view.
Under those trees is a nice bed of soft needles, lots of leftover Autumn leaves and plenty of shade. Rebel Rogue goes there for the bugs, I'm sure. I think she lived up there for a night and day before I knew she was here. She may have even made a nest up there. Sure does like scratching!
Even now, I'll bet if the dogs weren't there, she'd live up there.
Back to Rebel not coming when I clap -- the next thing I hear is
Immediately came a
"Squawk-squawk, SQUA-AWK!" and a terrible continuous rustling of tree leaves, then a final scudding sound hitting in gravel!
"Ri-ing-ri-ing-ring!" That was my phone. Caller I.D. said it was the neighbor. Oh, boy, you can read between the lines now, can't you.
Rebel Rogue had been to the neighbors and his two German Shepherds had her on her back, thankfully, she got away flying low through the trees and landing in our driveway.
"Pam, is that your chicken?"
"Well, Mr. Mike, it's a long story." I told him all about Rebel Rogue's quest to get here.
He made a unilateral decision.
"I'll just take the dogs with me today."
So this morning, it's a repeat. I clap. She doesn't come. I cast. She doesn't come. I feed the cat. She doesn't come.
I hear a bark and a growl. Magically, she's back!
Now, she's acting all shy, won't come to within 10 feet of me. She's hiding in the bushes. I know the truth. She went where she wasn't supposed to go. She's scared silly.
Rebel Rogue needs to quit living up to her name or she's gonna becomes someone's chicken dinner. Just add garlic!
No comments:
Post a Comment