Young Pup was outside at his favorite sunny spot, gnawing on a wonderful bone. He was enjoying some solitude while the chickens were out of their run wandering around, free-ranging, looking for treats here and there. It was the first time Young Pup had been out with no leash while the chickens were free-ranging, but he didn’t pay any attention to them. He was focused on his beautiful bone. Yummy bone. Delicious Bone.
Ruth, one of the Buff Orpington chickens and our biggest chow hound, decided whatever Young Pup had, it was definitely worth investigation. She casually walked over towards him. Young Pup watched her warily, but kept working on his bone. Leah, another one of the Buff Orpingtons, decided she wanted to see what he had, and Ruth followed her. When they reached Young Pup, he picked up his bone and moved. They moved with him. He decided he needed to walk a little faster, and the two chickens started chasing him.
Laughing Man got between Young Pup and the two Food Attack chickens to shoo the girls back towards their coop. Young Pup ran around to the front of the house, carrying Bone. The chickens were trying to track him down, when the Chickie Treat call rang out. “Here, the chickie, chickies. Here, the chickie chickie girls!” All of the chickens, including Henry the Roo, ran to the coop for their afternoon snack of scratch and sunflower seeds.
Young Pup came to see what was going on. After all the chickens were safely locked up in the run, he returned to his bone that he had hidden from the chickens. He settled down and checked to be sure Bone was Okay. Good, no evidence of any chicky pecks. Another farm crisis averted.