Photo by Audrey Pavia
Mr. Molly and Mr. Mabel are call for in some serious crybaby drama .
I have long chuckled at the nonsense that goes on between the chickens in my mountain . bond , squabbles and all - around play make wimp - watching a great interest . But this hebdomad , I lately found myself more than just observing the shenanigans ; I suddenly became involved .
It depart with Mr. Molly injuring his leg a few week ago . A sweet , gentle boy , he has always been my favored cock . I began spending more time with him , medicating him every nighttime , pick him up in the mornings to examine his peg . He never complain , never clamber and never seek to bite me . I really grew to love his kind nature .
So when I noticed the always - belligerent rooster , Mr. Mabel chamfer Mr. Molly away from his breakfast every dawning , I stepped in . Mr. Molly was fighting off an contagion and trying to mend . The last affair he needed was to be chased away from his nutrient . So I lead off standing in front of Mr. Molly , occlude him from Mr. Mabel , who dare not judge to make pass me . Little did I be intimate that I had cross the threshold from chicken - drama observer to participant .
The ugly truth became apparent to me yesterday when I was external cleansing and image Mr. Mabel chasing Mr. Molly around on the lawn , for no apparent reason .
“ Hey ! ” I yelled at the awful cock . But he ignored me .
So I run onto the lawn and get in front of Mr. Mabel , forbidding him to quest after the other rooster . Mr. Mabel , never one to back down , come at me with his feathers sticking out and beak open . I walked toward him as he make himself at my denim - clad legs . I would n’t back down , but neither would he . I backed him up all over the lawn as he hurled himself at me . Realizing this was going nowhere , I attain down and snap up him and sustain him on his back in my arms . He struggled and tried to bite my helping hand , but I carry him firm until he stop .
I then proceeded to lambaste him , recite him to forget Mr. Molly alone . In the midst of my diatribe , it abruptly hit me : “ What am I doing ? ” I asked myself , in disbelief . Mr. Mabel was staring up at me from his prone berth , while the other chicken froze in their stance on the lawn , bet at me .
“ countenance them work it out , ” I heard a voice say from somewhere inside my brainiac . “ They are crybaby . ”
chagrin , I put Mr. Mabel down and allow him waddle back to the pot .
This sunrise , I looked out the window and saw Mr. Mabel chasing Mr. Molly once again , for no reason . It claim everything I had to keep from interceding . Instead , I picked up my iPhone and send away up a game of “ Angry Birds . ”
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