My Life as a Chicken — the Trials and Troubles of My Life (Part 5)

(This is part 5 of the story. If you haven't read the first parts, here they are: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4.) In this story so far, there are 4131 words.

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------------2nd June------------

Two months old! Each month seems to go faster and faster.

Life has mostly been pretty easy, but there is the occasional fright—or, should I say, alarm?—at what happened. Anyway…

Yesterday, I had a nice thing happened. About mid-morning, a snake came slithering over to our net. I guess it had a hole there right underneath it, and wanted to go home. Anyway, it started crawling into the hole. We watched in fascination as he wiggled and wriggled, and got about halfway in. He started really tossing on the ground, and wiggled so much that he hit the electric wire just above him! It must have killed him, because the rest of the day he just lay there not moving.

After he stopped writhing, we went over to investigate. The problem—he was on the other side of the fence. To get to him, we would have had to go through the fence. *sigh*

Later in the morning, close to lunch time, we saw some black people and the people who take care of us coming over the hill toward us. They walked past us, and as they came past one of the black people saw the snake and pointed at it. The procession stopped, and everybody crowded around to see the snake. I heard somebody say, “It's a blue racer!”

After a while, they went on, and caught some older brown chickens (like us, but much older). I went over to the fence so I could see better, and watched as they looked for string after catching the six chickens that the Mexicans (the black people) wanted. They finally found one, but it was way too long. They got out a flame thingy (I heard them call it a lighter), and burnt the string, a few strands at a time. Somebody ran up to the house up on top the hill, and got back with a pair of scissors just as they burnt the last few strands. After they tied the chickens up, they took them (squawking) away. We never saw them again.

I wish we could get to the snake! It looks so yummy...

          Later...         

It's evening now, the sun is setting. When the giants came out to take care of us tonight, the little girl got a big shovel and they moved the fence a ways away from the snake. She dug it up, all the time keeping us all away as she worked. When she was done (and she had to dig down through clay for about 1 ½ feet to get it out), she threw the snake to us and we were finally able to eat it! It tasted so good! As far as I know, only the skin is left. Yum, yum!!!

*yawn* Seeing the snake and eating it sure made for an interesting day! Now I'm tired. Goodnight!

------------2nd July------------

Four months old! I can hardly believe it. Soon, we will start laying. We have all grown about enough to be confused with the older hens—which could cause problems! But we have all stayed in our right places.

I'm getting more and more aggravated at the people who take care of us. They try to make out that they are being very kind to us and all, but, truthfully, I'm not quite so sure of it. They try to make sure that we have enough food and water, (which we usually do) but sometimes they pick us up! It's absolutely terrible when they do that! I'm planning to do something about it, though what I'm not yet certain. I'll have to think about it some more...

          Later...          

I figured out the perfect thing tonight! It was so simple—just attack those people! Then we'll be left in peace! So that's what I did tonight—I attacked the mother, the one who brought us to this farm in the first place. It was easy—except you should have seen what happened next! It was horrible!

I pecked her feet, and then flapped on her dress. She just grabbed me, and held me up so I couldn't get her again. She held me there, and said, “Silly thing, were you trying to protect your 'chicks'?” She was laughing and laughing. I just wiggled to get free. She finally let me go, and then went outside of our pen. I heard her tell the father and children about it, and they all laughed at me! I was so humiliated. I went into a corner and sulked. What a terrible let-down!

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More later!