…In this case I could get into that.
Got an email from Landlady a few days ago, saying she wanted to reduce the Brahma flock by two this coming weekend. I said okay. She said one hen and one cock. I smiled and said okay.
One of the problems with chickens, I’ve learned, is that you mostly can’t tell them apart and sometimes you need to. Like, is it just the one Brahma cock who keeps attacking me from behind, or do they both do it? Because there really isn’t much difference between them. But given the new Landlady Directive, I figured the next one who did it was definitely going to be closely examined for distinguishing features, because I want to be able to identify him come next Saturday.
And sure enough! Mind you, unless he just objects to my taking eggs these attacks are completely unprovoked. I don’t molest the hens, I usually don’t much acknowledge their presence except to keep from stepping on them. I bring food and water and lately treats. He has never refused any of those things because they come from the hated human. So trying to spur me is just a pointless path to my bad side, it serves him not at all.
And now, well…
I’m sure he’ll not be missed.
