Used to care for a bunch of hens. The leader hen was wicked smart.
One day, she was mad as hell. She was charging at me, screaming her head off, stopping right in front of my feet and then looking at me sideways. She started slowly walking away, and then turned around to charge at me again. She repeated this about ten times and I was bewildered.
Finally, a kid told me “I think she wants you to follow her.” So I did. She lead me to a neighbor’s house, someone who had just moved in. Finally it clicked for me. I’m like, “excuse me miss, I think my hen is filing a complaint that a new cat has moved to the neighborhood. Is your cat going to be a problem for the hens?” She answered no. So I turn to the hen and I’m like “she says it’s fine.” Hen keeps looking at me sideways for a minute and then walks back to her group.
Before we adopted them, our hens belonged to my school’s principal. She would sometimes take home leftovers from the school cafeteria to feed the hens. The cockerel we adopted had a habit of whenever stroganoff was served, he’d run up, pick out all the sausage pieces and line them up on the ground for the hens to eat.
Papa Stroganoff was a fantastic bird. I miss having hens.
Used to care for a bunch of hens. The leader hen was wicked smart.
One day, she was mad as hell. She was charging at me, screaming her head off, stopping right in front of my feet and then looking at me sideways. She started slowly walking away, and then turned around to charge at me again. She repeated this about ten times and I was bewildered.
Finally, a kid told me “I think she wants you to follow her.” So I did. She lead me to a neighbor’s house, someone who had just moved in. Finally it clicked for me. I’m like, “excuse me miss, I think my hen is filing a complaint that a new cat has moved to the neighborhood. Is your cat going to be a problem for the hens?” She answered no. So I turn to the hen and I’m like “she says it’s fine.” Hen keeps looking at me sideways for a minute and then walks back to her group.
Almond-sized dinosaur brain by the way.
Before we adopted them, our hens belonged to my school’s principal. She would sometimes take home leftovers from the school cafeteria to feed the hens. The cockerel we adopted had a habit of whenever stroganoff was served, he’d run up, pick out all the sausage pieces and line them up on the ground for the hens to eat.
Papa Stroganoff was a fantastic bird. I miss having hens.
I wonder what that neighbor thought lmao