Who Rules the Roost?

Who Rules the Roost?

Life at my daughter and son-in-law’s is never dull. Between two rambunctious brothers, horses, sheep, cows, five chickens, a dog and a cat there is always something going on. 

As I’ve told you before one of “the girls” has decided that the upholstered patio chair is the perfect place to lay her egg each day. Well the word must have gotten out because she’s been joined by one of her sisters who has claimed a chair as well. 

The other morning when one of the girls got ready to lay an egg in “her” chair she found it occupied by Tuffy the family cat. Now this minor inconvenience did not stop her from achieving her goal as she jumped right up beside him and gave him her best, “Do you mind?” look. 

Of course, Tuffy being a cat had no intention of getting down, and looked at her with complete indifference. Fortunately my daughter intervened before fur and feather came to blows. Tuffy wears his name well, but those birds do seem to rule the roost. In fact my daughter is always leery when wearing open-toed shoes around them. 

A little while later she reported that Tuffy had claimed another chair for himself, and that one of the other girls had made her way up to another chair to lay her egg. Luckily, that left one chair for Brittany!