Chicken Little

On Saturday morning I woke up to a new friend who made his way into my yard. At first I was very confused. Where did he come from? How did he get over my wall that I can't even see over? And how in the world was I going to get rid of him (since I have a huge fear of birds)? But he hung out for a couple days, not really doing much, except walking around, nibbling on some grass, and sleeping under a short tree.

My new friend on Saturday morning.

The chicken sleeping in his new bed.

Monday morning I went to look for him again, but didn't see him anywhere. When I got back after school I opened the gate and saw him scurrying away quickly to hide. Mary's children, Angel and Angelo, who are my neighbors decided they would help me get rid of him. They started chasing him around. He got scared and started running. He went to my porch, which cornered him in. The stress even caused him to relieve himself there. He tried to fly, but ended up crashing into my front door, which was quite a scene. Then minutes later I hear Angel saying, "Honey, we caught him! We caught him!" She had him by the wings!! He didn't look too thrilled to be caught. They then took him to our other neighbor, who may have been the owner.

Angel holding the chicken.

Happy that we caught him!

I must say I was very impressed by their bravery and ability to chase the chicken then hold him by the wings like it was no big deal. But also it isn't a big deal, considering it is a common sight to see people walking down the road holding the chicken by the wings. I'm just curious if he has become anyone's dinner yet.