My neighbor came over the other day to let me know that one of my girls snuck out. She chuckled when I asked if it was Nissan again, she’s my usual offender. She has chickens too but doesn’t name them and is always amused when she sees me with them. We went to the front yard and what do ya know, Nissan was walking up the driveway and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw us. Forgetting that we weren’t alone, I told Nissan what a naughty bird she was and that she better get back to her sisters or no more worm hunting for a week. My friend just laughed and told Nissan she better listen to her mom.
And I carry on conversations with Molly, my talkative BA, all the time. She walks next to me, chattering away with "Bok bok bok. Bok. Bokbok.". I reply with an interrogative "Berk?" and she replies as if I've said something (correctly) in chicken.
