Nosey the Nosy thinks that I have a chicken-shaped void in my life, and she’s the chicken to fill it.
I see that you don’t have a house chicken at the moment. I’d like to leave my resumé.
It’s true, it’s been a long time since Cheeks moved out. Nosey has an unusual degree of interest in the house. With the door always open and the screen on, she spends a lot of time standing on the threshold looking in.And riffling the screen with her beak.I know this opens somehow!
She work from one side to the other, worrying it. She hasn’t figured it out yet though.
Until the day a screen magnet snapped to the door, holding the screen open.
She strolled around the mud room for some time, inspecting, looking around. The “up” things were really interesting. As were the knots in the wood.
I let her be.
I was walking back and forth to the door, and she’d look at me and walk towards the door (I was just leaving!), then watch me, and seeing I wasn’t actually shooing her out, turn around and resume inspection (Well in that case I don’t mind if I stay). Who says chickens aren’t smart.
Inspecting the boot tray.
She stayed in the mud room, just peeking into the house.