The other day I was out back working. Lulu is usually always by my side, but for some reason she wasn't there. I did however hear a strange cluck. It was more of a Bwack...cluck...save me...Scream of a Bwack. I ran around front to find out where Lulu had been. One of the chicks had gotten out of their pen and was being used as a ball. Lulu was throwing her up into the air, catching her in her mouth, and then again throwing her up. It was awful!!
I yelled at Lulu, and went to check on the chick. She was ok, damaged emotionally, but ok. You see we used to have 32 chickens and we are now down to 17. 10 were given to a neighbor, and the others were murdered. Lulu (and probably Kaylee) have been eating very well these last few months.
(PS- I know I look stoned here, but what can I say? It was a very long day for the 2 of us)That night when I went out to close the chicks up for the night I found my sweet tortured soul, and brought her in. You see she needed some one on one love with Todd and I. So, for the next 30 minutes or so she hung out with us on the couch.
Are we crazy?!?
