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Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (8)
Read from the beginning HERE. ................... DAY FIFTEEN mac-n-cheese 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 …
Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (7)
Read from the beginning HERE. ............... DAY THIRTEEN Ollie Jennifer put me outside for a long time today. I don’t want her to forget she’s a chicken! she declared, which is the dumbest thing I ever heard. If she spent ten days outside, would she forget she’s human? Christopher says she never forgets anything, so I …
Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (6)
Read from the beginning HERE. ................ DAY ELEVEN trapped Ol' spider finally trapped some food tonight. I’m relieved actually, she was looking a little pale. —still. Desperate buzzing is a very sad noise. That poor fly tried to escape, tangling deeper as she inched close, creeping in such a way, I felt glad to be down here. I …
Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (5)
Read from the beginning HERE. ......... DAY NINE Jennifer’s poor choices The humans have a girl hatchling, Sophia. She has very busy hands and hair like a bird’s nest. Everyday she sprays me with oil of the tea trees. She also taps my torn comb with a delicate contraption called a Q-tip. I enjoy her …
Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (4)
Read from the beginning HERE. ........... DAY SEVEN to the bone I’m not mad anymore. Just sore. And listening to humans is interesting. I’m learning lots of new words like predator, nocturnal, hydrogen, and peroxide. They’ve also been researching how to make me better. The Google says I must keep clean and hydrated. So today I ate …
Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (3)
Read from the beginning HERE. ............... DAY FIVE wee hours I can’t sleep. I keep waking and wondering where I am. Then I remember. The bathtub. I can’t tell if it’s morning or night or what. I miss the garden. The entire back garden is ours. Americana humans call it a yard but Christopher is British variety …
Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (2)
Read from the beginning HERE. .......... DAY THREE hunger They tried to make me eat today. I can’t eat. I can barely hold my head up. Please just leave me alone. DAY FOUR yesterday and today Sorry for the dramatics yesterday. I was in terrible pain. Maybe I should tell you …
Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (1)
I don’t think she’s gonna make it. ---overheard. DAY ONE pain My name is Beryl. I am a lady chicken. And today is the worst day of my life. Yesterday I lived in the yard with Wanda, Missus Jenkins, and my twin sister Babs. Today I woke up in a bathtub, and I …
Jennifer Kabay 