I’ve got a thieving chicken.
But Jessie, you say, you have 90 chickens! How do you know which one it is?
I do have 90 chickens but I only have six Delaware chickens. And of those only three are adults and two of those adults are bold. Very bold. In fact if they were much larger, or I was much smaller, they would be terrifying.
But Jessie, you say, they are chickens! You love chickens! Why would they be terrifying?
These are the two chickens that I saw catch a mouse out in the open, beat it to death and then fight over it’s remains. These are the chickens that have hunted down toads and leave no doubt that birds are close relations to dinosaurs. These are chickens it would be best not to be a small creature around.
But one of them is bolder than the other, and now I know which one.
But Jessie, you say, they look the same!
The extra bold chicken invaded a little party we were having on the deck, stole a hot dog right of a plate and ran off with it to the cries of distress from the small boy who had just lost his dinner.
She is the thieving chicken.
But Jessie, you say, how can you tell it’s her and not her sister?
Because when you are a chicken and you steal a ketchup covered hot dog out of a bun you get ketchup-ed.
And apparently, ketchup doesn’t wear off right away, it just turns black.
It’s true, I have 90 chickens, but this one, is the thieving chicken.