This is lonely Butter, my friend Colleen's last chicken.
Everyone else at their coop had been eaten.
By a raccoon, probably.
Butter was just waiting it out,
waiting her turn.
Rob is waiting for green eggs and ham.
Let me tell you, any time I hear some well-meaning fool chiming along about "Oh, Why can't we all get along in harmony, like in nature and the animals" I just shake my head. What I know immediately is that this la-la-land resident has never truly observed animals or raised animals. It's a chicken-peck-chicken world out there. No one cooperates - - very much. Welcome a newcomer with open arms? "Oh, hello, why don't you step over here and share our cracked corn?" Ooooooh, not likely. It's more like "Yo, bitch, step back and get outta here!"
The welcome wagon ladies? I think not.