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I had a chick who wasn't adopted by my Light Brahma (a rare occurrance), so she lived in the house until she was old/big enough to, well, not squeeze under the carport gate, hop up the steps to the door and stand there peeping until we let her in. "Buffy" (a dark brown barred mutt) liked sitting on our shoulders, peeping quietly in our ears and following us around the house and yard. For the longest time, she thought she was a person. (Now that she's outside full time, Buffy decided she is a chicken and doesn't want anything to do with us, but our Brahma likes her now that she's bigger and closer in size to "her" Golden Sex Link chick.)
One day, I was running late and she didn't want to go back in the brooder, so she went in the car with us to drop off my son at preschool. Rather than let her poop in the car, I brought her into the class room with me. One of the dads pointed Buffy out to his daughter and said, "Look! That lady has an ostrich!"
One day, I was running late and she didn't want to go back in the brooder, so she went in the car with us to drop off my son at preschool. Rather than let her poop in the car, I brought her into the class room with me. One of the dads pointed Buffy out to his daughter and said, "Look! That lady has an ostrich!"