Mama Hen wasn’t satisfied with hatching out el ejército this year. She went for the second esquadron. While she was busy incubating, our other broody hen, that only managed to hatch 1 lone soldier (albeit special forces fuzzy feet) took over command of el ejército.
Our upstairs cat Licky, so named because she prefers to eat her dinner upstairs on the back porch tried to get one of those roaming chicken nuggets one day. She wasn’t successful however now whenever our downstairs cat Kitty, that looks nearly identical to Licky, is out back, she is subject to hysterical henpecking. She’s taken refuge in a pile of sticks, sort of like a fort and won’t come out unless I’m down there on the steps.
Kitty during the Zombie Chicken apocalypse.
Then one day, my son was playing his guitar in his room and suddenly heard some whimpering from outside his window. It was a scruffy yellow puppy and he looked to us for salvation. After asking the neighbors, we pieced together his story. We think he had been abandoned at the top of La Yacata and spent the day wandering hither and yon through the hostile terrain until he heard signs of civilization and made his way to the shade by my son’s window. He was full of fleas. It took quite a bit of effort to clear that infestation up. He’s a bit of a scamp.
Puppy doesn’t seem to mind Lil’pup but has become a little sullen and maybe even a little depressed. Any new addition to the family is bound to upset the older brother. We have been trying to pay extra attention to Puppy so that he knows he is still loved.
Now, all we need are kittens….
