Part 2 of 2
Last night, she came flapping around and ran me from my sleep. The noise. “Bawk. Bawk!”
After some time (the moon getting higher in the night sky), I finally found a spot. High in the barn by a big open space. As I drifted off to sleep, a squeak woke me. A tiny field mouse was looking for a warm place to sleep. It curled up by me. As I covered it with my wing, we both fell asleep.
As soon as the roosters crow, I’m out. Doing my chicken things. Before the others are up, I go back to my spot, high above the yard.
In my head, I’ve named her ‘Feathers’. She struts around the yard with her beak high. Some of the other chickens follow her around like she’s THE hen among hens. If that’s what she needs, go for it. Just leave me be.
The farmer spent a lot of time searching for something in the yard today. When the sun was high in the sky, Mrs. Farmer came out too. What are they looking for? Feathers followed his every step. Mr. and Mrs Farmer left in defeat. Taking one more look around before closing the gate.
My mouse friend came back. We fell asleep high above the yard.
The roosters crowed. I’m out. I heard a loud noise. When I looked up from breakfast, the farmer was running across the yard. “Connie, where have you been?” He was on his knees, patting me on the head.
The rest of the chickens raced from the coop chasing my mouse friend. He’s just a little mouse. I puffed out my chest and ran to his aid. The noise. Noises came out of me that I didn’t know I had. My mouse friend didn’t ever try to hurt anyone. All he ever wanted was food and warmth.
After this, no one picked on my mouse friend again. Feather’s left me alone. I got my spot on the fence back. Mouse would sit beside me on the fence until he got bored. Then scamper off doing his little mouse things. At night, he would always return to our place high above the yard.
The End
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