She’s Trying To Make A Chicken Run
I’m an animal person, especially with dogs, cats, and farm birds. I own more than a dozen chickens: four Brahmas, five Australorps, three Golden Wyandotte’s, and a Barred Rock.
I am just hanging out with the chickens, sitting on some ‘clean’ grass as they climbed all over me and dug up loose dirt for dust baths. I look up, and see a strange woman outside the chicken run, someone I had never seen before.
Woman: “I love your chickens!”
Me: “Well, thank you.”
I have a soft spot for my girls, so when they get compliments, my pride gets swollen.
Woman: “I wish I had some of my own.”
She enters the run and leans down to pet the social one.
Woman: “Are you open to selling any?”
I’m a little insulted, as they are like my children, but I brush it off.
Me: “No, sorry.”
Woman: *Ticked off* “Why not?”
Me: “I’ve raised them since they were chicks, and they are like family to me.”
Woman: “They’re just chickens! They can’t reciprocate feelings!”
She picks up my social chicken by her neck and tail, which makes her panic and sends another chicken into a frenzy, who proceeds to attack the woman. The social chicken is dropped and runs to me, hopping into my arms to calm down.
Me: “What was that you said about feelings?”
Visibly pissed, she grabs one of the Brahmas and tries to leave.
Me: “Oh, no you don’t!”
With the help of my attacking chicken, I grab the Brahma from her and comfort her.
Woman: “How dare you! I demand that you give me that bird!”
Me: “No. The only thing I should give you is a good punch in the face.”
My anger is leaking into chicken, who purrs angrily and puffs up her feathers.
Woman: *Takes out her phone.* “I’m calling the police!”
Me: “Fine. We’ll see who gets arrested.”
After a few minutes of this woman screaming and my parents asking about the situation, the police arrive. It’s just one officer, but I recognize him from a protest at school last year.
Officer: “What seems to be the problem?”
Woman: “He had his chickens attack me! Look!”
She holds her arm out to show him the marks my chicken made.
Officer: “Uh-huh. Is that true, sir?”
I speak calmly, still comforting my poor Brahma.
Me: “No. She tried to steal my chicken.”
Woman: “That is not true!”
Officer: “Ma’am, I’ll be with you in a moment. I need to talk to him alone.”
She wants to argue, but is scared off by my still-angry, who squawks at her. I give my statement to him, and he asks if I want to press charges since I’m an adult.
Me: “Only if she refuses to never come back.”
He leaves to talk with her, and I soon hear shouting. Something about freedom and rights. However, the silence returns, and I soon hear her car speeding off. The officer returns.
Officer: “She won’t be coming back, but we’ll be keeping an eye on her.”
After a little more talking, he leaves, and I’m able to calm the chickens down. Talk about a crazy afternoon!