Marshmallow hasn’t done anything particularly wrathful lately, but it’s such a good title I couldn’t resist. Besides, I still blame her for starting the whole Garage Chicken fiasco.
The poultry social scene is improving here on the Homestead. You’ll have to take my word for it since I did not insult the Red Chickens by taking mug shots of them, but I got so tired of watching them pick on poor Roxanne that I sentenced them all to two days in Chicken Jail.
They squawked and stamped and kicked over their water bowl in protest, but I didn’t give in. Somehow, I let Marshmallow out every morning (to keep Roxanne company) while making the Reds stay in the coop.
In the meantime, Roxanne had decided she was Queen of the Garage. I carry her in every night to sleep on her ladder.
I let her believe that I am Chicken #2 when we’re in there. I think it helped her build self-confidence and the courage to stand her ground, or at least sidle quietly away, when the Reds head in her direction.
Roxanne still sleeps in the garage, but she’s started eyeing the coop at night when the others go in. Her feathers have all grown back in and she’s built up some confidence. Who knows? It was a rough start, but maybe she’s building up to something else.
Maybe even the Wrath of Roxanne.
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