To Tammy Dolittle! Yesterday morning when the boys and I were leaving for school, we saw a chicken outside our entryway that looked like she might be on her last leg. But by the time we got home, she had perched herself up on the ledge next to the gate that leads to our stairwell.
Not really knowing what to do, I just put a container of water and a small dish of cooked brown rice and thought that would be the end of it. However, she was still there this morning and the brown rice had been eaten.
My husband asked a guy to take her to one of the houses around here where other chickens can be found. But when he was out this evening, he was shocked to see her coming up the street, around the corner, and back to our place to roost again. All I could do was laugh. Why is she here? Where did she come from? How did she find her way back? Does she need something from me? Is God trying to tell me something?
This is Sweet Kitty.
And this is Pumpkin.
They are my outside cats. And now there's a chicken!
Just call me the Animal Whisperer! Friendship Blessings, Tammy