Vultures in Action

So, when I come up from pasture in the evening, I head straight for the bird pen so I can get milked.  I have to say, if I'm not fast, that Haley gets there before me.  She obviously does not understand the order.

When I get in there and the human starts milking, that's when the vultures show up.

It's really a bit ridiculous.  The human needs to do something about this.

Vultures

We have vultures!

They are vultures, I tell you.

If you don't believe me, just wait until you see them in action tomorrow.

You'll be shocked!

P. S.  The human wanted me to tell you that she is planning on cleaning and re-bedding the birds now that the white peahen is off the nest.

Placebacks!

Doesn't the little white hen look happy on the nest?

Well, somebody wants her nest back.

She did not hesitate to let that hen know she called "placebacks" before she went to get a drink.

She did not want that little crested hen anywhere near her nest, but the little white hen says, "I was just keeping them warm for you."

She checked all of her eggs.

Then she settles down into her nest.

If dirty looks were spit, that hen would be a wet hen!

All better.

Maybe the white hen should build her own nest and lay her own eggs.

What a Cad!

"Hey, Ladies!"

"How you doin'?"