Daddy should have known better, but some how he managed not to get some of my food from Velvet when he picked me up. I do not like the food he has. It is not the food I like. It looks similar, but the food is bigger in pellet form, and it does not taste the same! I am not going to eat that nasty stuff until I get the right food.
As you can see, I am not on a total hunger strike, just a strike against the chicken food. Mommy made it very clear my babysitter, Lady, wasn't allowed any, but chickens don't fall into the dog catagory, so we get all the pizza we want.
That other chicken is Benji, an Old English Game Cock. He is a jerk and has attacked me twice. I keep near mommy or daddy when he is around. He hasn't attacked me today though, even though he was right above me, but I was with daddy.
If you look at my play yard, you'll see that daddy has put a perch in it. Daddy read that perching is very important for chicks because it helps their legs develop better. Chicks that don't get to perch have a higher chance of slipped tendons. I really like it, but when the blanket is put over me to keep me in, the stupid cat, Snuggle Boy, not my friend Dan-Dan, comes along and jumps on the top making the blanket fall in, scares me, and then I can't perch any more.
Here I am looking south missing my siblings. I really want to go get them, but there is a fence in my way, and daddy says it is too far.
Here I am exploring more of the yard trying to find a weakness in the fence. I look good. Really good so I had to throw in this picture.
After exploring my yard (it is a big yard) it was time for a nap so mommy and I snuggled up together and went to sleep.
-Daphne
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