Dirty Damned Chicklets

I've talked before about how me and Ms Donna like to sit and watch the chickens.
That's what I was doing last night. Just got home from a thousand mile weekend to Austin and I was hanging around drinking some beer, trying to relax before getting back to work and school.

I let the chickens out of the stockade and invited them all to hang with me in the front yard. There's a fence around the front yard and the chickens haven't started flying over it yet. The doglings were all inside the house. Chickens were eating bugs and exploring. Ms Donna was working on her flowers at the front porch.

The chicklets usually act like they're wary of me and I can understand that. I'm about 10 times taller than they are and I like to go in their stockade and catch them and take them to the front yard. They don't like that. So it was surprising when they walked up to me like they weren't afraid at all.

They looked at me. I guess they sniffed me. Don't really know if they have noses for sniffing but I assume so. I guess the nose is those holes in the beak. They walked around me and even lightly pecked my fingers when offered. I guess they like me because I feed them grub worms and corn and fruit.

Well this one just up and hopped right onto my leg. I was sitting in a chair with my feet on the ground and my butt in the chair. The chicken decided that my crooked leg was perfect for standing. Chickens like to get up high as often as they can. My knee was higher than the ground so this chicken used it.

Pretty cool. The chicklet was looking me right in the face, checking out my nose and my glasses and hair and all. I said, quietly, "Donna. Check this out".
"Oh my gosh", she said.

"This is cool".

We were both quietly talking. Not wanting to scare the chick. This was incredible. Really cool. The chicken must surely like me if she just jumps right up onto my leg and looks me in the face. This was a real development.

I was smiling and feeling glowing, feeling like I was actually bonding with a chicken.

Then she shit on me.
Black, gooey, sloppy bird shit. It was warm.

I think Ms Donna enjoyed it.

I guess if I was a bird I too would want to get up as high as I could as often as I could. So that I too could shit on things.