Oli Throws Down for the Girls

The last time Maisie ran after the chickens, her butt got a significant butt-pecking, which is sort of like a butt-kicking in human terms.  Since then she has steered clear of Oliver the Sultan, and has let him rule his sultanate as he pleases, until today.

Maisie a "bird dog" at heart,  is having a heck of a time leaving those chickens alone. So today, like viruses that get smarter, and more virulent over time, even in the face of the dreaded Z-Pack (ya, you guessed it, we are fighting off the death cough here, but I digress), decides she will in all her wileyness glory, chase down our littlest hen, Bonnie. She locks her into her crosshairs,  and like a heat seeking missile launches off the side porch with only one thing in mind... chicken McNugget! Well maybe not McNugget, but chew toy for sure.  Whoa there Nelly, what's this??!! An intercepting infra-feathered surface-to-fur sensor package disguised as a rooster! The ISSP appeared to be in seek-and-peck mode as the canine in question became increasingly aware of the warhead quickly bearing down on her. For the sake of self preservation, and to avert further embarrassing butt-peckings, Maisie veered off and ran to the safety of the woodpile in the front yard.

As our household lowers it's chicken defense warning system from red to yellow, the birds live to squawk another day, and I have a new found respect, and dare I say deepening affection for our Oli.

Next up: Still that little tour of the McCondo, right?