Not my chicken. Not my cat.
The look on that bird’s face.
Little Boo is not bad about chasing chickens. He’s had a go because it’s such fun, but he backed down when I yelled at him.
He’s responsive to that. Which is, on the one hand, gratifying. But on the other hand, a little sad. Cats are supposed to be bastards, but he’s incredibly shy and eager to please.
Jack was such an unrepentant chicken chaser that I literally wondered if he was deaf. The screaming and the throwing things, it did nothing.
Another picture pinched from my chicken-focused social media. Because I’ve had a lovely laid-back Friday afternoon and I’m lazy. Good weekend, all!
March 29, 2019 — 10:37 pm
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