Why would the chicken come into my backyard? I don't know! Three days ago John and I were looking out our bedroom window and noticed something in our backyard. It was a chicken. "Get my camera!" I shouted. I figured you all wouldn't believe me, perhaps, as I just did a chicken entry, LOL.
John got the camera and started snapping away. The photos aren't real clear, because they were taken through a window, but you will be able to see our chicken friend.
Where did she come from? I don't know. We live in the suburbs. Perhaps she fell off a farmer's truck. There are no farms here, or neighbors with chicken pets.
I think she picked us because John puts out seed for the birds. He scattered some more on the ground last night for her. You can see her eating bird food in this picture.
This afternoon the chicken was stalked by a neighbor's cat. The cat came into our backyard and approached her. The chicken started clucking and making a big fuss. The orange striped tabby cat must have decided that the chicken was too big to tangle with (they were about the same size!), so the cat ran off.
I'm looking out my bedroom window right now, and I can't see the chicken -- She usually sleeps hidden in the bushes at night! But I want to call the SPCA (Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) to come get her before somebody messes with her, or kills her. The SPCA will take her to a farmor something. When I tried to call them to come yesterday, two ladies ran into my yard trying to catch my poor chicken (who knows why?) and she ran away frightened. So in the morning when said chicken emerges from the bushes, I will make another attempt to call the SPCA.
So this is where you all come in. To have something to remember her by, I wanted to give her a name. Does anybody have a suggestion? If John and I like your name, we will go with it... Meanwhile, do you think she's pretty?
Love you all, Krissy :)