Detente. Sort of.
Earlier in the week when I realized we were under a Chicken Siege I put the dogs in sit-stay to check out the yard before releasing them in the morning. And there was Psycho all strutting around.
Armed with my human reasoning skills, my commanding voice, and a broom, I convinced him to leave. But he keeps coming back.
Now we have a routine that seems to be working. I bang the door before I let the dogs out. That lets Psycho know to fly over the fence to avoid the Hounds from Hell and crazy broom lady.
The dogs swarm out and sniff chicken invader smells; they run around looking all fierce and having a great time. Fortunately, there is no need for them to bark at just chicken odor. So silence reigns for the most part.
Through the windows I can see him returning at various times during the day. We do the door-banging thing whenever the dogs go out, and Psycho leaves the yard. He always seems to fly back to the fence at sunset, trading squawks and barks a few times with the dogs if they’re out and then he flies to the tree.
What I don’t understand is why with all the quiet yards in the neighborhood would he choose the yard with four dogs?
We have one more dog than the city ordinance
permits…uh…suggests…without having a kennel license. Unless there are problems, it isn’t enforced and I live in a different city from my ISP, so I think I’m covered writing about all this. Besides, the combined weight of my little wimp pack is only around 60 pounds. Still. It isn’t wise to have the noisiest yard in the entire city.
The bigger mystery is where he came from. Poultry walking around neighborhoods in town is not totally unknown. Several manmade lakes attract ducks, swans, and seagulls that sometimes will stroll through surrounding neighborhoods.
There are poultry processing plants on the other end of town. Occasionally a chicken that escapes the delivery process can be seen walking down the streets, too stupid to run for its life. But those are chickens bred for the skillet—soft bodied, big breasted, docile, white feathered ones.
Psycho is brown, sleek, definitely a Chicken with Attitude if he is actually a chicken. And if I might brag a little, he’s quite smart for a bird.