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Buffy Lays an Egg

We returned from the Hatch Chile Festival with supplies for a major nacho munch down. A rainstorm was bearing down on the ranch. The first raindrops hit me as I rushed around getting animals fed. Hubby unloaded the car and started up dinner. We had plans to sit outside at the picnic table and eat.

Fortunately, we had already moved the table into the warehouse/garage. The ranch house is actually a very large metal building with a small apartment built into one end, and the rest open for storage or a workshop. With the big double doors open, it is like being outside, but without the wind or rain. During a storm, it is a great ringside seat.

It isn't unusual for us to sit there for a meal, or just because it is so nice out there. So the doors are often open. Fido and Buffy have been inside and made themselves familiar with the layout - despite the hubby chasing them out with the broom when he catches them.

This morning he had to lift Buffy off a shelf a couple of times. She was most unhappy with him about it, too. He is determined she does not belong up on the shelves with the storage. She is determined she wants to be there, in THIS particular spot on THIS particular shelf.

We closed up and went to the festival - then came back and opened it up again for lunch. You guessed it, hubby had to chase Buffy off the shelf again. And again. And again.

Buffy, you know, can be quite a determined - and sneaky - chicken. Sometime during dinner I had to go around to the house and get sour cream and a glass of water. The hummingbirds stopped me to fill up their feeder, which the storm had blown down, and then I heard Buffy cackling. In the warehouse.

I walked back in to see her cackling away on the shelf and the hubby glaring at her with a mixed expression. He was pissed, but also mystified at how she got right past him and onto the shelf. With all that on his mind, he hadn't noticed the pertinent thing.

"I told you she wants her own nest box up here." I told him, as I walked past him straight to the egg Buffy had just laid - on the shelf. She made a token peck at me as I took it, but she was more proud than protective. The hubby sighed and shook his head.

"No." was all he said.

Buffy cackled.

"You know how determined she can be. You realize that she can cross those little chicken legs and never drop another egg if she doesn't get her way?"

Hubby sighed.

Buffy cackled.

While I put up the egg, the hubby ran her off the shelf again. When I sat back down at the table, she had gathered up her husband - Fido, and was parading him back and forth across the drive in front of us. Fido looked rather bedraggled, wet from the rain and - well - hen pecked.

"I think she's making the point that she is dry and fluffy and Fido is soaked and sorry looking."

"No." says my husband.

Buffy cackled. Fido crowed - he doesn't care if he is wet and scruffy looking, long as he can have the acoustics. You know how everyone sounds good in the bathroom? You ought to hear a cock crow in - or near - this big metal warehouse type building.

Maybe we can get a "chicken door"...

Buffy

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