Uh, remember Chicky the hen, who had a bath last weekend? She's back with her flock now. Today while they were out free-ranging, she attacked Beaker the rooster, then chased him off! I do believe she has found her inner warrior. The wonders of a bath and a spa vacation!
Watch it Errol Flynn. She whipped Beaker. She can whip you.
Meanwhile, there's a new slut in town..
My Charlotte! My dear, special Charlotte. Charlotte, who flies up to my shoulder and loves cuddles. My virginal, gentle, chaste Charlotte. Apparently while Chicky and Anastasia were on their holidays, the roo-boys decided Charlotte was low hen on the totem pole. Now SHE is the one getting bald spots, and I just came inside from knocking Lord Gaga and Beaker off her, mid-gang-bang... GEEZ!!! Those boys need to learn that Charlotte belongs to the head rooster, aka ME (but relax, I do NOT use her for the same purposes as those three horn-dogs!)
Never a dull moment around here.