This I believe, gets the story caught up on this blog:
An older version of the Food-Bringer came to visit Rhonda. Well, first the older Food-Bringer fussed over the boy, calling him grandson and making a bit to-do, but then she got down to the real purpose of the trip and came out to the coop to admire Rhonda. Rhonda, like a true New England Blue-Blood, was on her best behavior and an utter lady, perching daintily on the elder Food-Bringer’s arm and munching mealworms with one pinky in the air as proper. The older Food-Bringer was just utterly entranced and spoke some nonsense about not realizing chickens had personalities. Rhonda just let the insult roll over her back and consented to allow the older Food-Bringer to continue providing tasty treats. After all, some humans are just uneducated.
The dog entered the coop and the older Food-Bringer started to object, but Rhonda explained that the dog was just bringing the daily intelligence report on She Who Dwells in the Staircase and promptly hopped off the older Food-Bringer’s arm to confer with the spy. There was much clucking over the information obtained, and Rhonda dismissed the dog with a shake of her wings. Fearing that his news had somehow angered She Who Dwells in the Coop, the dog promptly fled. Rhonda flew back to the top perch to consider this information, but ultimately decided that the day was just too cold to begin any sort of troop movements.
She knew the cat was watching though. Even the older Food-Bringer commented on the cat’s eyes peering down from the upstairs window, observing activity in the coop. The quail stayed remarkably silent this day, hoping to prevent drawing the attention of the two combatants. They have not yet chosen a side, for too well they remember the insult Rhonda dealt to their leader. And yet, the cat eyed them with such hunger. Perhaps it was best to allow their enemies to weaken each other, and strike when the time was right.
After all, to the victor goes the tasty worms…..
There was much excitement in the coop today. The mailman delivered a parcel for the chickens, and the Food-Bringer brought it to the coop. Inside were a bunch of jingly colorful metal things. The Food-Bringer picked Rhonda up first, and put one of the colorful metal things around her leg. At first, Rhonda was worried this was some new plot by the cat, but then the Food-Bringer gave her a handful of tasty worms and told her she was now Number One. Rhonda liked the sound of that, and directed the operation of putting leg bands on the rest of the chickens. Bertha tried to escape getting one of the pretty purple bracelets, so Rhonda pecked her on the head and told her to behave herself. Eventually, all the girls and even the boys had on pretty purple bracelets with their own unique number, the name of the coop, and a phone number they can call if they ever go wandering about. Rhonda strutted about, showing off, pleased to have been the one to start this new fashion trend. The smelly white birds were not given bracelets, and Rhonda was pleased. After all, they wouldn’t be the height of chicken fashion if just anybody could wear them.
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A truce has been called between She Who Dwells in the Staircase and She Who Dwells in the Coop to deal with a common enemy. Advantage was taken of the latest unrest on the critter front, and an insidious invader crept onto the battle field. Chicken and Cat kind have united against their common enemy.
The MICE!
The body count has been rising steadily since the past evening. There have been no fatalities on the side of the Chicken/Cat Horde, but the collateral damage has been high. Both scratch and cat food has been scattered by this unholy alliance of mice and shrews.
For the moment, all is quiet on the front. Cat and chicken patrols are sighted frequently as they prepare for the coming darkness, and the return of the mice…..
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The great mouse invasion is drawing to a close. Signs are still spotted now and again, but no rodents have been seen in the past 24 hours. She Who Dwells in the Staircase is nervous, as the postman has delivered reinforcements to She Who Dwells in the Coop. There was an inspection of the new troops, and She Who Dwells in the Staircase is considering a preemptive strike against these new forces. Their location is secure, but She Who Dwells in the Staircase understands the nature of patience, for she is Cat.
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Out in the coop, there was a day of joy, for the male human brought food to them, and he did not realize that the bag of scratch and the bag of feed were in fact, separate items with different purposes. And there was much gorging before the Food-Bringer realized the error and removed the remaining scratch. Rhonda was perturbed, for the Food-Bringer also removed the last of the heat lamps, deeming the coop warm enough without them now that the birds are all feathered out. Those stinky white birds still have their heat lamp, but poor little Rhonda has no place to toast her fluffy rear end, and must make do with cuddling up to Worf.
Rhonda did come in to inspect the new troops. She examined them to make sure their wing tags were displayed properly, their beaks polished, and the corners of the brooder properly turned down. After inspection, she pronounced them passable and permitted them to be given some peas as treats. There was a brief spat of jealousy when Rhonda noticed one of the little Fayoumi chicks was nested comfortably on the bosom of the Food-Bringer. Rhonda cackled angrily that only SHE was permitted to use the Food-Bringer as a perch, and was infuriated when the little Fayoumi chick just turned it’s head away and ignored her completely. But then the tasty worms were brought out, and all was right in the land.
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This evening brought a tasty treat out to the coop. The strange swiggly things were almost like worms, and were quite fun to use in chicken games. Rhonda lost a game of tug-noodle to Worf, but still managed to snap up her fair share and then some. Delicious peas also made an appearance, as did some cooked almost to mush black beans. All in all, a most successful evening, and Rhonda was happy to award the meal a full four squawks.
She knew, deep in her little chicky heart, that this delicious repast was a peace offering from the Food Bringer after the horrid insult of allowing some other bird to perch on the Food Bringer’s bosom. The apology was accepted, and Rhonda reminded the Food Bringer that even though she was too big to perch like that, she was still up for the occasional cuddle and feather-scritching.
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Twas an exciting day at the coop. The two little white duckies were whisked away by three good fairies to a magical land where ducks are treated like royalty, and a new bedding of straw was placed down in the coop for Rhonda to inspect. A discussion was had with the male Food-Bringer about possibly starting a colony of the extra-large tasty worms so they could be used for fishing in addition to chicken treats, and Rhonda was perfectly willing to cast the votes of the entire coop behind this endeavor. Upon realizing just how overwhelmingly she was outvoted, the Food-Bringer started putting together an additional wormy-house and placed the order.
She Who Dwells in the Staircase ventured outside for a few moments, and Rhonda stared daggers at her from her vantage point by the coop window. She Who Dwells in the Staircase could no doubt feel the heat of those beady eyes, for she decided to table her reconnaissance of the coop until such time as this awful white cold stuff goes away. For now, Rhonda may have the Outside World. But when the snow melts….
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Today it was the male human that brought water out to Rhonda and her minions, as the Food-Bringer was occupied with taking care of a small pasty-butt problem among the junior troops. Rhonda saw the taller shadow passing the window, and debated what the appropriate action might be. But, what human doesn’t enjoy the FLYING CHICKEN OF DOOM!! game? Rhonda set herself up for the launch. Little did she know, the male human was forewarned. The door opened, Rhonda launched, and the male human caught her in midair. Well, of course, that was what Rhonda had obviously intended all along, so she made herself comfy on the male human’s arm and clucked out the morning report. Once she was satisfied he was up on all the latest coop gossip, she returned to her perch, dignity intact and feathers unruffled.
The male human then proved himself an adequate substitute for the Food-Bringer, for after refilling the waterer, the male human set up a game of tether cabbage. Immediately Rhonda and Worf began picking teams and hauling out the scoreboard. The winter Olympics were on, and Rhonda intended once and for all to show She Who Dwells in the Staircase that chickens were far better at knocking around dangly things than any mere CAT could ever hope to be.
Other scheduled events include the 10 yard dash for food, treat tossing, and tasty-worm glomping. Practice meets occur every morning.
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We noticed a cat hanging around the barn that actually looks to be pregnant, so we put a bowl of food down for her in the area she appears to hang out most. Rhonda, of course, had to come inspect. She tasted this ‘cat food’ and was absolutely appalled. Without hesitation she spat the little fish-shaped thing that tasted nothing like fish back out and turned up her little beak at the rest. Why, if She Who Dwells in the Staircase has to eat that swill, no wonder she’s delusional enough she thinks to challenge Rhonda for supreme divinity. In a gesture of utter magnanimity, Rhonda offered to let the cat have those jeering quail. While She Who Dwells in the Staircase was willing, and sat for some time on top of the quail pen, the Food-Bringer refused to abide by the terms of the terms of the treaty the two queens had worked out. The Food-Bringer reminded both that the quail were currently paying their keep with eggs, and neither She Who Dwells in the Staircase or She Who Dwells in the Coop had yet laid an egg. Insulted, both queens stalked off in opposite directions, and the quail breathed a collective sigh of relief.
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Today brought a tasty treat out to the coop. A large butternut squash, sliced in half and sprinkled with some grit, just the way a chicken gourmet likes it. Rhonda wanted to ensure she got her fair share, which, by her calculations, was exactly one half of that squash. But how to prevent her greedy siblings from getting some? The light dawned, and Rhonda promptly sat on the squash like it was a pile of eggs, leaving only a small amount visible that she could peck at her leisure. The rest of the chickens fought over the other half of the squash, while She Who Dwells in the Coop had a comfy snack.
Slowly but surely, the wheels begin to turn in little duck brains. Suddenly, a light bulb dinged above Oprah’s head, and she realized that half a squash was hidden under Rhonda. There was some quacking as the ducky girls discussed this amongst themselves. There were many chickens between them and one half of the squash, but only Rhonda between them and the other half. The ducks begin to encourage each other, working up the temerity to challenge the queen as she nibbled away.
And then, they struck, descending in a classic flying V formation, and knocked Rhonda from her seat. Before Rhonda could reclaim her prize, it was set upon by six waggly-tailed ducks and Rhonda couldn’t get a beak in edgewise. She harrumphed and stalked off. They could have the silly squash, she was done with it anyway.
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This morning the Food Bringer slept a little late, and so was rushed. Normally she has time to change out of her pajamas and feed the bird before the male human leaves for work, otherwise she has to get the child dressed and bring him to the coop with her. Today however, she just had to throw a jacket over her pajamas. Her polka-dot pajamas. Her white pajamas with red polka-dots.
The Food Bringer is not very happy with Rhonda and her minions today.
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Rhonda was feeling a mite crowded. A queen who rules by divine providence really shouldn’t have to share a bedroom, especially with stinky sisters who kept shifting around and squawking.
So when the Food-Bringer came by to refill the water dish for the night, she found almost two dozen chickens crammed into the 2′ tall, 2′ deep, 2.5′ wide roost shelves, and Rhonda alone on the 5′ tall, 5′ wide, 1.5′ deep roost shelves.
The Food Bringer just shook her head and reminded Rhonda that it does get cold at night.
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Tragedy!
Disgrace!
Calamity!
Disaster!
Humiliation!
During Rhonda’s wanderings she caught sight of a spinach leaf that had fallen from the quail pen. She went under the pen to get it, and that stinking no good evil Pharaoh roo took his revenge!
The HORROR!
Yeah, he pooped on her.
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A special treat was brought to Rhonda and her minions by the neighbor folks. Seems a big thing of yogurt was made and the person who initially ordered it pulled a last minute cancellation. The coop is in need of another good cleaning now, but there are many fat happy birds at the moment.
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The neighbor’s yard is still mushy, so Rhonda’s coop is still being invaded by the bantams. Many of the fat white birds have gone away to freezer camp, but the other chicks have been moved outside. Rhonda isn’t entirely sure what she makes of all these funny new chicks with strange colors. Some of them are stripped, some seem to be wearing funny hats, and a couple of them are almost as big as she is already. And she’s heard rumors that the eggs in the incubator have hatched. Rhonda was all set to get the chicken pre-school underway when Bertha took over and started playing mommy-hen to the new ones. Why, when Rhonda was attempting to explain the pecking order to a young barred rock, that Bertha actually had the nerve to peck at Rhonda! Worf realized it was time to do his rooster duty and broke up the impending battle of wills.
Rhonda’s feelings were hurt. And she promptly channelled those hurt feelings into guilt-tripping the Food-bringer into parting with two handfuls of tasty worms. She had to share the bag of spinach leaves with the flock, but after all those tasty worms she was feeling magnanimous.
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The river is down far enough now that the bantam neighbors have gone home and the coop has been restored to a semblance of peace. The coop itself is clean and shiny, with fresh straw laid down and the roosts all scrapped clean. The contents of the compost heap were spread upon the garden, and the girls were temporarily loosed upon the garden space to do the plowing. Work work work, all the time, thus is the life of a chicken in spring. Then, a moment of excitement. Rhonda found the seed catalog! And oh wasn’t she full of suggestions. Another whole big section of land was set aside to be plowed, just to grow chicken treats. Corn, grain, even alfalfa! And lots of tasty greens. Lots, and lots, and lots of tasty greens. And two whole apple trees of Rhonda’s very own! There was also talk of planting rows of sunflowers to help provide shade for part of the chicken yard as well as to provide more tasty treats. For this, Rhonda was willing to get her talons dirty. But mostly, she just bossed the other chickens around to make sure they gobbled up all the weeds and scratched the dirt nice and deep.
Worf found himself a bunch of bugs and used them to charm the girls over to him. Not to be outdone, Riker, the Rhode Island roo, found some bugs of his own and he and Worf spent the day enticing the ladies back and forth until they ended up with two separate flocks. Much to the dismay of the Food Bringers, all the Easter Egg ladies went with Riker, while the best looking of the Rhode Island girls decided to stick with Worf. Ensigns 1 and 2 ended up each with a couple ladies of their own, but the girls seemed to know what the red shirts both ensigns were wearing spelled for their futures. Rumor has it an away mission is scheduled for this very weekend.
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Woe is Rhonda! Pity her, for she is maltreated, abused, disrespected, cast aside, oppressed, persecuted, insulted, offended, disdained, ignored, neglected, infringed, transgressed, besmirched, reproached, mocked, snubbed, slandered, scorned, humiliated, humbled, derided, ridiculed, exploited, belabored, and wronged!
She escaped the pen, and went wandering about, looking in the windows to spy on She Who Dwells In The Staircase. To her delight, she spied the Food-Bringer coming outside with a cup full of tasty worms, and was all set for the treat.
And what did that no-account good for nothing Food-Bringer do?
She gave those tasty worms to those jeering quail!
Why, Rhonda could hardly bear seeing those jeering quail gobbling her worms, and she stalked her fluffy butt back across the yard, back into the pen, and then back into the coop.
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Such a week of disappointment for Rhonda. First her worms were fed to the jeering quail, then the boy came out of the house with a bucket and it wasn’t filled with tasty greens and scratch. And then the tragedy of losing one of her sisters to a tragic coop accident. Poor little girl got her head caught and then broke her neck panicking to get free.
But things are looking up. Today she got to boss the food-bringers around as they patched the coop and raked up her pen, and then they put new fun things in the pen for her to play on, like an old wheelbarrow full of straw, two bales of straw to sit upon, even a low outdoor roost for the boys to crow from. Why, she didn’t have to leave the pen to find an adventure all morning. She and her other sisters took long dust baths and then stretched out in the sun, looking for all the world like someone had taken a steamroller to the chicken pen.
There are a few new chicks to be introduced, and Rhonda is keeping a wary eye. There are a couple marans now and she’s heard all kinds of things about those french girls. And then the dog let her know that more jeering quail are hatching right this moment, so the competition is heating up. She Who Dwells In The Staircase has access to the outside world again, and has been spotted peering into the coop. A few exotic looking boys have been spied outside the coop (and one inside the pen!), flirting with the girls and generally annoying Worf. Such excitement is the life of a hen in the spring!
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Alright.
Who was it?
Which one of you told Rhonda about April Fool’s Day?
Today I got the FLYING CHICKEN OF DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM, they moved all the golf balls into one nest, and arranged a very large poop in a shadowy area of another nest box to make me believe it was an RIR egg (finally).
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Today there were visitors to the coop. The lady sat to take a look at the birds and Rhonda climbed right in her lap and started giving her opinion. After a brief discussion, one of the Ensign Redshirts was taken to a nice new home where he will be king of his own coop with a harem of six ladies. And Worf was pleased, for it meant one less upstart to annoy his girls when he tried to take a nap in the sun.
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Today the Food-Bringer decided to get the flower beds ready. Unfortunately, there were many dandelions already starting to come up and before long there were dandelions all over the sidewalk. And the Food-Bringer despaired, for she was out of garbage bags.
Dun dun dun dun! Super-Rhonda to the rescue!
Faster than a speeding mealworm, more powerful than a jeering quail, able to leap chest high fences in a single flap or twelve of her wings!
And then the bulb went on over the Food-Bringer’s head! ‘Why’, she asked herself, ‘am I throwing away dandelion greens when I have chickens?’ Over the fence went the dandelions, and there was much rejoicing in the land of the chickens. The Food-Bringer then returned to her domicile where she indulged herself in some much needed caffeine.
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One little mousie in the chicken bed
The boy spied the mousie peeking out it’s head
The boy called Rhonda and Rhonda said
No more mousie in the chicken bed
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Rhonda just celebrated her birthday. She is 20 weeks old today. We are anxiously awaiting the first eggs, and have seen the girls in the nest boxes ‘practicing’ many times. The redshirt rooster took it in his head to fly after the boy, and was delicious over pasta. There was a scary moment when the male human tossed a cardboard box onto the bonfire and it caught flame and then went flying out of the fire pit to almost land in the chicken pen. All the girls ran and hid behind Worf who was quite confused as to what exactly he was supposed to do about flaming cardboard boxes. He doesn’t know how to turn the hose on. Fortunately, the Food-Bringer had a bucket of water handy for just such an emergency because she grew up in an area with constant brushfires and always has water on hand when there is a fire going no matter how much the male human insists he knows what he is doing.
But the real news around the coop is that the remaining cornish have been loosed upon the pen. Rhonda just can’t believe it. The indignity of sharing her pen with those silly white birds. And those silly white birds think they should be allowed to eat some of the dandelion greens the Food-Bringer tosses over the fence AND get a share of the scratch the boy tosses around in the morning. A compromise was reached. Rhonda was allowed to leave the pen to hunt her own dandelion greens. She even found herself a couple tasty worms, and one really big and tasty looking striped worm that the Food-Bringer called a garter snake and took away before Rhonda could see how tasty it really was. And then, after showing the big tasty-looking striped worm to the boy, instead of giving it back to Rhonda, the Food-Bringer let it go into the underbrush. Well harrumph!
The Food-Bringer could the heat of Rhonda’s disappointment and annoyance through her beady little glare, and provided Rhonda with a handful of the small tasty worms. And Rhonda was content.
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The introduction of Rhonda’s minions to the remaining cornish has thus far been relatively peaceful. Rhonda reminded the cornish that she has picked clean the bones of their brethren on more than one occasion, and the cornish pretty much sat on their hay bale like lumps.It rained in the chicken pen today, and Rhonda was most displeased. She made her displeasure clear to the Food-Bringer, who refused to do anything about all that nasty water pouring from the sky. So Rhonda and her minions waddled their fluffy butts back into the coop and glared. The ducks however, thoroughly enjoyed having the entire pen to themselves and were heard to taunt Rhonda several times. They even tracked mud into the nice clean coop when they came in to have food! There will no doubt be payback, but for now, the ducks are enjoying the day.
The boy came out to the pen with the morning bucket of scratch, but something was wrong. Rhonda peered up at him, trying to ascertain what was different. There, on his head! Some sort of strange, colorful creature was attacking his head and shading his eyes. Only one thought ran through Rhonda’s head. She must protect the Treat-Bringer. Without thought for her own safety, she flung herself at the strange creature on the boy’s head, landing atop it and wrestling it off. It hit the ground with her on top and she gave it a few extra pecks for good measure. It lay there, motionless, and she was confident that she had ensured it’s demise. She turned to the startled looking boy, clucked at him, and stuck her head in the treat bucket to help herself while she waited for him to recover from his ordeal.
And the boy looked at his brand new baseball cap laying there on the ground, and did what any Treat-Bringer would do in such a situation.
‘MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!’
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Rhonda went on a full inspection of the pen today, and loo and behold, she found a weak spot in the fence. Immediately she marched herself and eight of her siblings out of the pen to go tell the Food-Bringer about it immediately. Of course, they did get a little distracted by the dandelions on their way to the house…and the worms in the dirt pile…and the bugs on the wood pile… and oooh, a trash bag the male human carelessly left next to the can instead of in the can and…
Oh, there is the Food-Bringer, wasn’t there something we were supposed to tell her? Nine little chickie girls put their heads together to confer, but were interrupted by the Food-Bringer telling them to get back in their pen.
Rhonda harrumphed. Well, if that was how the Food-Bringer was going to be, she wasn’t going to tell the Food-Bringer anything. Over the fence she and seven of the girls flew.
Fortunately for the Food-Bringer, Paprika is a lazy bird and the thought of stretching her wings and flapping hard enough to get more than a foot off the ground was just too much. She went back through the hole in the fence, and the Food-Bringer immediately set to patching.
And Rhonda was annoyed, so she pecked Paprika in the head and stole her dandelion greens.
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The Treat-Bringer was ready this time. He grabbed the bucket of scratch, and marched over to the chicken coop. ‘Here birds!’ he called. Rhonda approached, prepared to give her usual critique of his shoes, and was stopped short. Out of a clear, sunny sky on a nice warm day, she was struck by cold water. She peered up at the coop. No…no icicles this time. She returned to pecking at the Treat-Bringer’s shoes, and was again struck by cold water. She peered around at her sibling suspiciously, then joined them in eating the scratch. No cold water, and Rhonda figured it must have been some sort of fluke. She had just a little scratch, a girl has to keep her figure, and then returned to examine the Treat-Bringer’s sesame street sneakers. And another blast of cold water.
Well, it was just too much for Rhonda. She gave a mighty squawk and went back inside the coop.
The Treat-Bringer slipped the water pistol back into his pocket. His brand new baseball cap was avenged.
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Rosie was sitting on the nest box when the Food-Bringer came out to the coop, and Rhonda was complaining because the nest box is nice and comfy and she wanted a turn playing house. The Food-Bringer went over to see Rosie and discovered that Rosie was not playing. There, in the nest box, was a beautifully shaped light brown egg. To Rhonda’s intense displeasure, Rosie was immediately provided with a handful of tasty worms and told she was a wonderful little bird.
The egg was brought in to be oooh and aaahed over before going promptly into the male human’s breakfast sandwich to be mmmmmed over.
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Rhonda stepped outside of the coop and stretched her wings. She quickly did a headcount of her siblings, just to make sure everything was okay. 22 RIR sisters, 4 EE sisters, 2 EE boys, 1 RIR rooster, 3 Rouen girls, 1 Rouen drake, 1 Mallard drake…
Wait… little wheels turned in her chickie brain and then she was off to find the Food-Bringer. Unsure of what was causing the ruckus, the Food-Bringer came at high speed, convinced that with all the noise Rhonda was making there must be a raccoon in the pen. No raccoon. No fuzzy creatures of any kind. The Food-Bringer was about to head back into the house when she too, realized that the Rouen drake now had a mini-me.
The little mallard flew to the other side of the pen when the Food-Bringer refilled the food and water dishes, but hung around for a couple hours before heading back to wherever he was from.
The male human said he wouldn’t be surprised if a few mallards took up residence once the duck pond is completed. Rhonda was aghast at the thought that she might have to share her pen with still more fat stinky ducks. Especially as those ducks made it ran again today! How much more is a little hen supposed to take?
Her only consolation on this dreary day is the rain drove She Who Dwells in the Staircase back to her staircase.
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Rhonda has decided rain is not so bad after all. This drizzly morning, the Food-Bringer opened up the coop for the chickens. Rhonda poked her head out, prepared to complain about the Food-Bringer’s incompetence regarding the weather, when her sharp eyes caught the tell-tale wriggle of…. WORMS! Worms, everywhere. Little bitty ones, huge almost snake-like ones, worms, worms, worms. And the Horde descended, like two-year olds at a spaghetti buffet. Someday, the little wormy survivors will tell their grandchildren of the horror, the massacre, the day of the Chickens.
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There were TWO RIR eggs in the nest box today, but the Food-Bringer has no clue who laid the other one. Rosie was sitting in the nest box singing the egg song, and it is possible that she has yet to lay her egg today.
The rain cleared, and it turned into a lovely day. The Food-Bringer decided to get a flower bed planted, and set to work. It was a raised flowerbed, so the Food-Bringer often had to lean into it from her kneeling position to grab weeds, dig holes, and plant seedlings.
Well, all this was just too much for Rhonda to resist. Carefully she tiptoed up behind the Food-Bringer, and just when the Food-Bringer leaned in to plant another seedling, Rhonda pecked her right in the back pocket. The Food Bringer made her own squawking noise, and Rhonda fled back to the coop as fast as her little legs and flapping wings would carry her.
A helpful jogger passing by observed, ‘hun, you just got goosed by a chicken’.
Swearing vengeance, the Food Bringer grabbed the Treat Bringer’s water pistol and headed to the coop. There, she discovered Rosie had started a trend. In the nest box checked just this morning there were seven more eggs. Magnanimously, the Food Bringer forgave Rhonda and came inside to see how fresh chicken eggs taste in cookies.
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Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please.
May I present, for your viewing pleasure, Rhonda’s first egg!
Rosie laid the one on the left. Rhonda was tired of seeing all the other birds get tasty worms in the nest box, so she decided to hop up in there and show them all how it was done. Her first egg is the one on the right.
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More banana pancakes were cooked than the humans could eat, and it was decided to take the remainder to the chickens. The pancakes were broken up into small pieces and the plate was taken out to the chickens.
Rhonda saw a large piece come towards her, and made a lunge for the tasty treat. Unfortunately, the sun was in her eyes and her aim was a little off. The piece went between her legs. She reached down to get it, putting her head between her legs to reach behind her, but it was a bit further than she anticipated. She stretched her neck, and did a fantastic somersault to land on her back, legs in the air. She squawked in indignant surprise, and then in anger as Riker took the opportunity to steal her pancake piece.
The Food-Bringer, after months of experience with Rhonda, was able to masterfully conceal her mirth and provide Rhonda with another pancake piece. Rhonda took it and stomped off to eat it and plan her vengeance against Riker.
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The last extra EE rooster has gone to a good home, where he will have a harem of twelve girls all to himself.
Rhonda was almost sorry to see him go, for now she had no way to make Riker and Worf jealous. But then she was distracted, for the Food-Bringer had been making vegetable stock and the boiled vegetables were brought out for the chickens. There were tomatoes, and celery, and carrots, and onions, and all kinds of yummy veggie bits. Rhonda was so pleased she even consented to share with the little chicks.
Finally, sated, she plunked herself down in the Treat-Bringer’s lap and started filling him in on all the coop gossip. She was comfortable, relaxed, and well fed, and the thought of getting up and walking to the nest box was apparently too much. She sang the egg song, and the Treat-Bringer was gifted with a small, rather dark egg. It was brought back to the house to feature in a pot of Avgolemono Soupa.
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