Buffy, meet Bloggers!
I'm not a chicken psychologist but I don't think Buffy is a very happy chicken. You might recall she lost four sisters in one tragic pre-chicken-sitting accident.
I'm pretty sure it was the heat. It was 113 degrees for several days in a row and Buffy's sisters were all quite dark colored. I suspect Buffy might be adopted but there is no way I'm telling her that in her current grumpy state.
When we went to see Buffy on Friday she was not impressed that she was being tended by a Princess. ... and was not that thrilled with the three feather-less chicken imposters in her yard. However, Buffy got a lot friendlier when bribed with cut up Mt. Rainer cherries. I would get a lot friendlier if someone cut the pits out of my cherries, too.
After the bribery with the fruit Buffy decided she would kinda/sorta tolerate us as long as we didn't actually touch her. The last two mornings I have visited Buffy sans the three feather-less non-chicken imposters and Buffy has been much nicer.
She was quite annoyed that I did not bring her cherries, though. She let me know through squawks and flapping wings that cut-up grapes were not to her liking. The whole incorrect fruit thing really got her clucked up!
She calmed down a lot when I told her I had a great recipe for chicken pie.
And even more when I told I was sorry that her sisters had chosen to wimp out of the Arizona heat and get the flock out of there.
I tried telling her a few chicken jokes to cheer her up even more but she was pretty non-responsive even to my favorite one: Why didn't the chicken skeleton cross the road ? Because he didn't have enough guts!
But perhaps that was slightly insensitive in light of Buffy's recent loss.
And now that this post has almost totally laid an egg, I'll sign off with a special message from Buffy.
Which translates from Squawk Talk to mean...
"Bring me some cherries...or the chicken sitter gets the axe!"