My Life as a Chicken — the Trials and Troubles of My Life (Part 6 of 6)

Hooray! Here is the last installment of My Life as a Chicken! If you haven't read the first installments of the story, here they are: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5. In this story, there are a total of 4,878 words.

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-------------------------12th August-------------------------

Five months old now.

I lay my first egg today! The giants have recently brought a trailer into our home area (which changes about every day) equipped with lots of semi-dark boxes for us to lay our eggs in. I've been in there several times, so it came naturally to hop inside the door and flap my way up to the second-to-top row on one of the many rows of boxes. There I sat, on the clean sweet-smelling wood shavings, and got that humongous egg out. I was still sitting there resting when the children came to check for eggs. I watched as they made their way around the trailer, each holding red baskets into which they put the few eggs that were there. They were really excited as they found each egg, and I wondered why—until I heard the little girl say, “There aren't very many eggs yet, are there Seth? They're starting, though! The eggs are so small and cute!”

I tried to peck the little girl when she came to steal my egg, but she just grabbed my neck and pulled it out from under me! I was mad, but what could I do? I didn't want a repetition of the time—that terrible time—when everybody laughed at me! So I just sat there and fumed. After a while, I jumped down and went to find some tasty grubs to eat.

Some geese have been put in with us. They are supposed to help chase away the hawks and owls that try to get us. There are two gray ones, and one white one. They're really pretty, but personally, I think they're a little too proud and arrogant. I did see something that took the gander down a few pegs for a while a few days ago, though! It was really funny.

It was a clear, sunny day, and he was taking his morning stroll. His mate followed right behind, commenting on the beautiful sunshine and cloud formations. They were so deep in conversation that Mr. Goose didn't see the hole in front of him (that one of the chickens had made as for a dust bath the day before) until he stepped in it. His regal head hit the ground, and his feathers got mussed. Poor Mr. Royalty! He hurried away (with Mrs. Goose in tow), complaining that “Those nasty, illiterate, dust-bathing chickens ought to learn not to dig a hole on His Majesty’s royal lawn.” Mrs. Goose heartily agreed with him, and helped him clean off his rumpled feathers. We just laughed. We aren't illiterate, even if His Highness thinks so!

Another funny occurrence happened lately, the watering boy got bored. While he waited for the buckets to fill, he bounced a wire (that was strung up to keep the cows in) between his knees. The wire was off, which was why he decided to do it. The mother, who noticed what he was doing warned him—“Don't do that, the electricity might be turned on!” The boy didn't stop what he was doing, though, and almost as soon as the words got out of her mouth it was turned on! He jumped like a startled rabbit, and ran back to the buckets, his face a flaming red. I doubt he'll do it again! We've told the story over and over, it was just so funny!

-------------------------2nd February-------------------------

Ten months old today. Life has settled into a regular routine.

When winter settled in in December, we were put in winter housing. We are living on feed (since all grass is buried deep under the foot of snow outside), and I miss the good green grass and juicy worms, slugs, and occasionally mice.

The geese are being one big bother—all day, no matter if it be rain or shine, they honk their heads off. I hide in the trailer (where they rarely enter) to escape the noise.

Laying eggs has gotten to be a lot easier. I'm now laying regular-sized eggs, which compared to the eggs I laid at first (that were tiny), are just right.

Life has been pretty simple. Soon I'll be a year old, and by laying one egg a day, I'll earn my keep. Life is good.

This is the last page of my diary, and I don't expect to get another diary. Re-read it if you want to live my life full of adventure with me again, otherwise put it on your shelf and forget about it. Adieu, good friend! Have happy chicken days!

THE END.