I spent the afternoon with Natalie on Saturday. We’d come home from camp and I noticed she propped the door open to let the fresh air in, but didn’t close the burglar door.
Oh, no big deal. They have a gate, so no one could just walk in.
So there we sit drinking peach refresh and I hear this noise. I can only describe it as a mewling.
“Is that a cat?” I asked
“Oh no! The chicken got in!” she shouted.
She was right. Patrick’s pet chicken, Victoria, wondered right into the dining room.
Natalie quickly grabbed the mop and started guiding her out, mewling all the way.
That is so weird.
Only in Africa would your neighbor have a pet chicken…
A pet chicken named Victoria…
That mewls and wonders into your house.
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