Oh dear I am suffering today. Yesterday, the boys and I were having a bit of a go at the alpacas, because they were there, and they were getting attention from some people staying in the house. All of a sudden little ‘Shitface’ pushed me off of the top of the wall. I fell a long way and landed on my tail. The strange looking animals came running over to me, and I was scared in case they wanted to hurt me. The big person picked me up and took me into the house and made sure I was ok, but today I feel as though someone has beaten me up. When they took me for a walk this morning, I could not wag my tail and it hurt to move it out of the way to have a poo.
I’m trying to keep out of the way of Shitface and the big boy because I don’t want to get hurt again, so I have been hiding in the ‘dog room’ with Geri, hoping she will look after me. It feels a little better since the big person put something in my mouth and held it shut for a while, he kept rubbing my throat until it made me swallow and then he let me go.
Hopefully, soon I will feel back to my normal self and be able to wag my tail like normal. To top it all off the loud bangs have started again, and that makes me very scared and reminds of when I ran away from the horrible men because I didn’t like all the noise.
I’m a little bit sad still. There were 3 of us when I first opened my eyes. We could n’t see anything apart from leaves and a brightness in the sky. When we were able to walk about on our own my silver grey brother disappeared one day. I think the nice people that kept cuddling us may have taken him… sniff! There were just 2 of us little kittens left, and we did everything together. Snuggled up on the chairs, and jumped on top of each other in the morning and night, when it was cooler. One day she went away too. I could see her over the fence, but she was n’t moving. It was either the big noisy machine that moves fast on the track or the giant bird in the sky that dropped her. I don’t know which. The man took her away and I never ever saw her again … sniff.
My big brother Xavi has been looking after me and lets me cuddle up to him, and rub my face on him. I love my Mummy very much but she wants me to be all grown up and be independent and not even drink from her anymore… sniff.
When my sister was here lots of people gave us lovely food, now we only get dry biscuits from the lady, but at least she feeds us. I’m growing big now, and soon I’ll be as big as my two brothers and I’ll be able to look after Mummy. Already I’m being very brave and stand staring at the giant animals that shout loudly at us, and I eat the funny tall animals food too.
Hopefully I can stay here forever, I love it here!!
I have finally had five minutes to myself to get down my story. I seem to have been given the name Audrey, which to be honest sounds rather like and old woman’s name to me. My friends who came with me when we escaped from that clucking farm, Jean, Jess, Mabel, Eileen and Marge are all here too. We have been stuck inside this jail for eight days now as Marge caught a clucking chest infection and we have to be kept inside. I would much rather be out exploring, digging in the poo and finding myself some insects.
The day we escaped we hatched a master plan that meant we had to pretend to be dead for a while, and when the scary man came and picked us up, he went and put us in a box. I’m sure he didn’t know we were alive, we were perfectly silent. Some people collected us, and when they opened the box, we all moved around slowly together, so we didn’t scare them too much, because obviously they expected dead chickens and then gradually, as they got used to us we began to move around more and more. I think the plan worked, we are all used to each other now.
This new place is clucking great, we have free rein to go wherever we want to, and some of the girls have even found escape tunnels so we can get out for little trips without the people knowing. If they catch us they come running after us and grab us, but most of the time they are gentle, not like at the old place where that horrible man used to grab us by the legs and carry us upside down like we were some sort of clucking handbag.
The only thing here I don’t really understand is I don’t seem to be able to have babies. I keep trying, I lay my eggs and I sit down in front of the giant cockerel, but every day the eggs are gone and there are no babies. Anyway there are always clucking cats hanging around that I’m sure would eat me and the girls if they were brave enough. If they come anywhere near us we have devised a plan that means we squawk loudly and run around for a few seconds like a lunatic. Normally this scares of the cats, but sometimes it freaks out those ugly things with long necks and they try and jump on us. Never got us yet though, we’re much too quick for them 😉
I really enjoy going to sleep here on my luxury bed, it seems to be made from a kind of animal skin, maybe the ugly ones, I don’t know, but it’s much better than the metal boxes we were born in.
I supposed I had better wrap it up here for today, the people are coming with our food and medicine, hopefully it won’t be too much longer, although we can’t understand what they are saying, they speak in some kind of foreign language, it’s definitely not Spanish, and we are of course, Spanish chickens!!