A friend and I were sitting at the junkyard, waiting to recycle cans. Of course, my chicken radar was working. There was a lone, banty (bantam) hen wandering about.
Now that I have a blog, my camera is on my person at all times. I don't want to miss a photo op! So, I hauled out the camera and got out of the car, grabbing a half dozen of the pecans halves I had carried in a container for a snack.
"Here, chick, chick." She turned and saw the crumbled pecans dropping and headed my way, slowly. I had to back up before she would come very far. As you can see, she never came very close.
One of the guys came back from lunch. "How many chickens do you have here?" " "I have never seen it before." Well, if he works here and has never seen it, maybe the hen is just a day tripper.
I just have to know. Another guy came back from lunch. "How many chickens do you have here?" His index finger came up. "Oh, where did you get it?" "It just showed up here a few weeks ago. It's a junkyard chicken." You could just tell he was amused at what he said.
Now, I wonder if she goes home at night. Or, if she left home for good.
|waaay back where she can run away from me|
|See the black Beautification Award sign?|
I go to a well-kempt, pretty junkyard.
Okay, it is your turn to go awwww! Kidding. Have you ever seen a junkyard chicken?