The Chicken Tamer
The Head Chicken Tamer, Chickenboy visited overnight on Friday. He moved the Chicken Taming Headquarters from the Food Palace to the living room. Mrs. Chickendad heard Walter crowing and was surprised to find him sitting on the sofa with Chickenboy. He was being tamed. Pretty soon, Walter was exchanged for Bob, but not before he had left something to remember him by. Mrs. Chickendad announced that those who brought chickens into the house were responsible for whatever the chickens left in the house. Chickenboy complied, and a series of roosters were brought into the house for taming for the cost of a half-jar of disinfectant wipes.
Saturday was coop moving day, so nearly every pen and coop was moved to fresh grass. All the Little Bachelor Boys were buka-buka-buka-buka-ing finding goodies in the grass. They didnt realize that the Little Girls were in another pen across the yard, so all their calling just served to show the other boys where the goodies lay. They are practicing to be good roosters.
Barbara has not had much to do with the Speckled Girls. They are still at Bobs beck and call, but have been getting braver about venturing around the yard. Mrs. Chickendad came out with grapes for a cool treat, and Barbara was right in front. She gave the Speckled Girl the stink eye before grabbing a grape and running off with it. The Speckled Girl waited until Bob accepted a grape and then gave it to her. By that time, Barbara was back for her third grape. Bob was having to pass out grapes to the four Speckled Girls, and that slowed him down a bit. Barbara and the other Big Girls were certainly not shy and by the time the grapes ran out, their crops were bulging.
Barbara and Leroy ventured into the garage where there were two pens of Babies Growing Up. Barbara had discovered that the Little Babies liked to stand in their feed cups and scratch all the food out onto the floor. It was a free lunch as far as Barbara was concerned. The Little Babies would then cuddle down in the feed cups and sleep. The biggest feed cup had three Little Babies sleeping in it when Mrs. Chickendad went to refill it. This little Wyandotte baby had this one all to himself:
