Unfortunately Thelma followed Louise just days later, also succumbing to mites.
RIP Thelma, I hope you get to chase many hornets in heaven!
Dear Diary,
I have mastered the art of hiding my eggs.
The human keeps looking for them, but hasn’t found them yet.
I followed, just because I like the entertainment.
I talked to Gaga, and she hid hers too.
This is quite good fun!
Then she was running around with some wood and made loud noises, blocks of wood flying in all directions. Quite dangerous, when you’re only about a foot tall!
She found Louise’s egg though. Damn. We need to have another chat. Especially since she keeps sitting on the human’s knee. What the hell is that about??? We are chickens, not cats!
Speaking of cats… there was an ungodly scream this evening, and then a welly came flying out of the house. The human was hopping around on one foot, and the language… sheesh!
From what I understand, and upon checking out the welly that now lay in the yard, one of those inside cats upchucked in it.
I guess she didn’t check before putting it on…
Anyway, I find this isolation lark quite interesting. There’s always something the human gets up to that entertains us.
No. I’m not telling you where I hid the eggs.
Yours,
Thelma, Master Hider, Chicken.