Oodie Patootie before she came to shore. We've been crating her at night, as she seems more comfortable sleeping indoors. Otherwise she sleeps down by the barn all by herself, which seems a little unsafe.
Last night our gander ran up to Jane and bit her; she got mad and started chasing and barking at him, but I had her on leash before she could make fois gras out of him. Bringing Oodie inside right afterwards to take her to her crate was a bad decision though, as Jane was still reeling from the gander's gall, and she ended up trying to go after Oodie, who began honking so loudly I thought the neighbors would come over to see what was wrong. Poor Oodie. I gave her some Cheerio's to make it up to her.
Not everything is about you, red chicken. Our rhode island reds are constantly trying to jump in the car and drive away with us, be it the front seat, back seat, or the trunk. Sometimes they just sit on the bumper and wait.
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