maizy'smom
Songster
Thirty one years ago, our family pet rooster, Henry, went to go live with a pony.....just two guys, hanging out in the barn, great buds....until the cursed weasel got in and killed Henry. Henry came home with me from college as hand-out from a philosphy class.(Don't ask.) He was huge, and gorgeous, and had a thing for the neighbor-lady's toes. So when she had had enough, we had to make altenate arrangements, and he went to live with a retired chicken farmer who recognized him an outstanding bird. The man wanted a companion for his pony, so it was a good fit. The two evidently got along famously for as long as it lasted. Maybe companionship can be cross-species?
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