Mad Scientess Jane Expat (nanila) wrote,
Mad Scientess Jane Expat

Bok Bok Bok

Our neighbours one door over keep chickens in their garden. While they're away, we "look after" them. This involves checking their food and water supply, which is always ample, and collecting the eggs. The first time the neighbours asked us to do this, I baked snickerdoodles* for them using the eggs. I like to think this may have something to do with why they continue to ask us to look after their chickens.

The ladies weren't looking too cheerful over the winter, but now that it's spring, they've perked up and fluffed out. There's something very Chicken Run about the way they cluck and shuffle to attention when I come into the garden.

The Lineup

Blackie seems to be the leader. Certainly she is the most attentive, and the most likely to attempt to escape through the egg box while I'm collecting. Today they produced six (!) eggs between the four of them, so I had to keep shutting the lid to prevent her from making her usual bid for freedom.

The cats love to accompany me on these excursions, though I'm not sure they comprehend the chickens or the eggs as potential food. I'm happy to keep them ignorant of both of these facts, and the chickens are happy to help.

This Will Not End Well

And, indeed, it didn't. For Sputnik, anyway, who received a sharp peck on the nose when he got a little too close to Blackie's plump frame.

* A type of cookie that, when I brought them to work, was recognized by only one person - the other American in the group.
Tags: cambridge, catmother, domestic bliss
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