CROSSROAD
Disappointing him, a loud horn sounded in the distance.
Murgi started sweeping out the yard. As usual, her chickens stuck around for company. The black one, Lajo, stuck the closest as if supervising her. She caught Lajo’s eyes and smiled. “What are you looking at?” she chuckled, and the bird responded with a curious ‘cluck’.
Enjoying the chemistry between Murgi and her chickens was meditative. He found himself getting lost somewhere. He’d heard of pets forming special bonds with their owners, especially dogs, cats, and parrots, but never chickens.
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