Your a clever little chook aren’t you?

We have a pet chicken.

She was a rescue mission by the boy.

She had previously been rescued by a man. And she was destined for the pot, until the boy came along, looking all sweet and innocent, and the man let him choose a chicken from a whole bunch of drumsticks.

At that moment, Chicken Sally knew her luck had changed.

Chicken Sally isn’t the prettiest of hen’s. She kinda lucked out in the gene pool. But I think that’s why she is so god damn cool.

That, and the fact that she thinks she is a dog.  She really has no understanding of the fact that she is a hen, she fully walks around going ‘yeah, I’m a puppy. This is sweet’. She eats with the dogs. Wants to be fed at the same as the dogs. Free ranges around the yard with the dogs. She even let herself into the husbands office this morning, and scared the shit out of him I might add! After all, who expects to find a chicken scratching around their office?

 

But she isn’t stupid. She knows exactly what she is doing. She is cementing her place in the world as a much-loved pet, rather than just any old chicken. She is making us have an emotional connection to her. So she will never be shunted from the family.

Clever, Chicken Sally. Very Clever.