The girls know their way around. Most hang at the house, but Weatherdude finds them pretty far away at times. We have dirtbaths in unlikely locations. I no longer wear street shoes in the yard and I think barefoot is out altogether. If you step outside, you quickly gather a posse of camp followers. They're quite interested in anything we're doing, especially Walkabout.
Today, Weatherdude leaned over a fence to check on a chicken hanging out on the other side. Our cats have a way of jumping up on the railing anytime we're near one, the better to talk to us. So it was only mildly surprising when Walkabout did the same thing as a cat. Only she flew up to the railing to say hello.
But wait, there's more. If Walkabout can do it, why can't I? a chicken asks herself. So she gives it her all. She flaps her wings. She tries to fly up onto the railing. THWOCK! Chicken hits the fence and Weatherdude dies laughing. I nearly snorted my Diet Coke when he told me.
Apparently Walkabout truly is a unique bird. A bird her size really shouldn't be able to fly, whether it's onto a fence railing or over the temporary run's fence. But I'm not going to tell her that.
Back to tax returns...
Frog Out
