The Adventures of Kitchen Chicken: Day 6

The alien is obsessed with my poops.  I don't know what it could want with them.



It follows me around and swoops as soon as it plops on the ground.



It has some strange thing it uses to be sure to collect every bit of my poop and then it transfers it to a special device for holding it.



I still am not sure why this alien has abducted me, and since it likes my poops so much, I try to make as many as possible.

Checking In

Are you sick of my silly human and her silly chicken yet?

Me

We're still sick of winter.  We eat.

Muffin

We bask (yes, Bambi's belly is big enough that it makes a good pillow).

Me and Bambi

We try to find someplace off the snow to sleep.

Moose

We have a skating rink in front of our drinking fountain.

Blaze, Victoria, and Scarlet

Basically, we're still sick of winter.  Hope you can handle more of Honey's adventures, because this is all I've got for now.

The Adventures of Kitchen Chicken: Day 5

I've discovered the secret of where the warmth comes from.  Unlike my world in the barnyard, the warmth comes from this strange little space.

I like to lay in front of it.

I've noticed as I've been preeinging that my feathers are coming out.



I am molting with all this wonderful warmth.



I've discovered that there are three of the little aliens:  the black and white one, the scary buff one, and the darker orange.



This one is not scary.  I still am keeping an eye on all of them.

The Adventures of Kitchen Chicken: Day 4

Just when I thought I couldn't go on, the Alien provided me with two things that have made life in this strange spaceship called The Kitchen much better.  A roost and this strange food called oatmeal.



Oatmeal is good.



Luckily, the Alien provides me with all I can eat.  I am only a little concerned about why this alien would want to make sure I gain weight.



I feel my strength returning from this soft, warm oatmeal.

Although the roost is a bit odd, it is comfortable, and I can sleep much better now.



I have to say, I'm not really sure how long I've been here.  The days and nights are strange.  The sun sets and rises instantly.  Strangely, it doesn't provide the warmth I would expect from it.

The Adventures of Kitchen Chicken: Day 3

I had a dream.  I dreamed I was back home in the coop with my fock.



I miss my friends.

Then, I was outside by myself, and a fence separated me from everyone.  I couldn't get to them!



Sadly, when I woke, my friend the barred rock was gone.  I think the strange black and white little round alien ate her.

I hope I'm not next.  I'm keeping an eye on the buff colored one.



He looks dangerous!

I grow weaker.  Despite the warmth and the plenty of food the alien provides for me, I just can't eat.  My wattles hurt too much.

The Adventures of Kitchen Chicken: Day 2

I've finally warmed up, and the sleep did me a world of good.  I take the time to look around a bit more.  This spaceship called The Kitchen is a strange place, but it is warm.

I'm delighted to find food.

There's water too.



My wattles are warming up, and the pain is incredible.  Or maybe it's some form of alien torture.

It hurts too bad to eat much.

I ponder what the Alien might want with me.  I do hope I make it back to the barnyard, back to my flock.  I'm still tired.  I'll try to find a way home tomorrow.  Now, I must rest.

The Adventures of Kitchen Chicken: Day 1

My name is Honey.  I'm a buff cochin hen that lived happily at Eden Hills.  Then I was abducted by an alien.

Let me tell you what happened.  I was in the barn; it was horribly cold.  I was freezing my wattles and comb.  When I could no longer fight the sleep, I was sure I would wake to find myself at the Rainbow Bridge.  Instead, I was abducted by an Alien and taken aboard its spaceship.



Beside me was my friend the barred rock hen.  It was clean and white and warm, this spaceship the alien kept referring to as "The Kitchen."  There were other strange creatures.  The black and white one checked out my black and white friend.



The orange one stared at me.



It made me nervous, but I was too tired and weak to try and flee.

I gave in to sleep.