This is Olive. She has made herself head chook of the yard. Yep, she has pecked everyone and now she is boss.
But being top hen brings with it responsibilities.
I should know being the most beautiful beach hound at Macs. You have standards.
The other day, Mum cleaned out the cupboards and the chooks got heaps of food scraps .
That was a bit unfair to get it all. After all all they do is lay eggs. I have a coat to maintain. However I digress.
And with food comes visitors who want your food.
And they watch.
And their mates fly in and watch.
Then you get sticky beaks.
And word starts getting around that something is happening in our yard.
Soon others turn up, but they hang around like nothing important is going on.
Before you know it, big mouth cockatoos have sent a member of the flock on a reconnaissance . You know its a reccy as there is only one cockatoo and it's too quiet.
The birds had a tactical meeting in mums big Grevillia. They decided to send in the dove first. I think they thought it was symbolic.
But the dove chickened out (ha ha) and took off with her mates.
All the parrots shot through as well. They are pretty but they cant think through problems.
So the Kookaburrahs decided to send in the Noisy Minahs, because Noisy Minahs have no sense when it comes to danger and even less sense, when it comes to chook yards and food.
So the Noisy Minah went in.
I couldn't watch. It was going to end up looking like a pillow fight only the bird was the pillow.
By the time Olive was finished with the Minah everyone thought it was snowing feathers
I just laughed so hard I couldn't breathe.
And you know whats even funnier?
They will be back again tomorrow, because they forget.
But Olive wont and that's why she is a great warrior hen. She is fearsome and should be well respected.
I even think she would be a better politician than some of those other chooks who carry on like their heads are off. But there is only so much that a beautiful beach hound and a warrior hen can do.
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