This morning I flew out of the tub and waited by the back door. Jennifer smiled super big then let me out with some fresh water and last night’s macaroni and cheese. Ollie came by and sniffed so we shared it. Then we laid in the sun for a long time.
The other girls watched us, huddled by the gate.
I know what they’re thinking.
They miss the compost.
I miss my toe.
the most beautiful sister in the world
Jennifer unlatched the gate today, letting Wanda in my side of the yard. I know why she did this. She wanted to see how Wanda would treat me. Ollie and I watched her skirt around the gate, looking for a way back in.
You could tell she wasn’t comfortable being separate from the others —-until she realized the compost was hers for the taking.
She ignored me completely.
Then Jennifer shocked me.
She let Babs in.
I stood and watched my sister, super nervous.
My wounds aren’t exposed, I thought.
Nice, hard crusty scabs. Both eyes open.
My feathers and comb need to grow back but I’m still the same ole Beryl, minus one toe.
Babs bypassed the compost, headed straight for me, her expression unreadable.
I held my breath.
Please don’t hurt me.
My sister crept close.
She paused in front of me, cocking her head sideways.
Please don’t hurt me, sister.
I stood real still.
She raised her neck and I cowered low.
But when I opened my eyes, my sister pecked dirt between us, wiped her beak on the ground, then walked away.
See that? I told Ollie, watching Babs settle in her favorite breezy spot by the A/C unit.
She didn’t peck me.
You can’t see chickens smile. But we do.
We smile on the inside.
She didn’t peck me.
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4 thoughts on “Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (8)”
Thank goodness. Beryl is making progress. I feel her
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