The Saga of Fatima of the Gold-dust Feathers! UPDATED - Fatima died...

[HorseFeathers]

What about "day 8"?

 

[crazychicken]

My one little egg in the incubator is only on day eight time is going so slow. you might can see my baby in my avatar if you look closely.

 

[GracefulBantams]

Oh, the suspense is building

I can't wait for chapter 14

 

[HorseFeathers]

Neither can I LOL, I don't know why she's acting weird either! I found one of her eggs on the coop floor today, which she's never done before, so that might have something to do with it...

 

[Chicken_Lover4567]

Your stories are wonderful! Oh and whenever spring comes, you should write a story from a mother hen's point fo view! That would be really cool, especially when the chicks hatch. That would be cool.

 

[keeperofthehearth]

Just catching up! Ooh, can hardly wait to see what's up with Fatima.

 

[Ec_Prokta]

Keep it coming! It's good!

 

[HorseFeathers]

Chapter Fourteen
All was well in Fatima of the Gold-dust Feathers's life. Scratch was plentiful, and weather was moderately (dare she say it?) warm. Olympia of Midnight had offered several unhelpful suggestions as to what her strange condition might be ("Dragon pox? Chocolate fever? You ate a weird bug?") but as her odd urges and funny noises subsided, Fatima quit worrying. After all, she was a chicken, and chickens have no brain capacity for much worry. There were other things to think about.
One day a strange man showed up. Her regular Great-Handed Ones were there too- the woman and the girl- so Fatima decided this man must be a visitor or something of that nature. He wore round, black things connected by a half-circle of wire over his ears, and toted a long, skinny black stick, which he promptly stuck in the run. However, the Great-Handed woman threw a cupful of scratch in the run, so everyone fell quiet at once and set about the serious business of eating. The man with the black stick made disappointed noises. Odd, thought Fatima, why would he possibly want us to make noise? The Great-Handed Ones are always reprimanding us for making loud noises. So she fell quiet and resumed eating her scratch.
Eventually, the man pulled his stick away and the Great-Handed Ones left. Fatima was still puzzled, though. Why did the man with the black stick want noises? She pushed the thought out of her poofy, feathered head, though- after all, she was a chicken, and chickens do not worry.

(Want to see why the man with the black stick wanted noises? An who was he, anyway? Click here for answers!)

 

[keeperofthehearth]

She pushed the thought out of her poofy, feathered head, though- after all, she was a chicken, and chickens do not worry

I love it! Why is it when you WANT them to talk and show off those girls decide to be quiet and demure? Some day's my girls are SO LOUD I keep going out to see what is the matter with them, (Predator, someone died, etc.) and all they are doing is fussing because "someone is in my nestbox and I want it now!" or "she is hogging all the good stuff and I WASN'T finished!"
Love your story, keep it coming.

 

[GracefulBantams]

That was a great update

I hope I get to hear the radio program, too