Flo has just started grazing in the backyard again, all the pasture grass has gone brown and the backyard grass is still green. There are new additions to the backyard since she last grazed there, the chickens.
Flo, always on the hunt for food, discovered the chicken feed and tried it out. In a blink of an eye the chickens arrived to protect their food, I held my breath, they all had not met before.
They came nose to beak, the chickens not backing down, aren't chickens supposed to be...chicken? Flo stayed calm breathing in deeply the new smell of chicken.
Then all went back to eating, Flo grass and the chicken their feed, or at least what was left.
To unexpected paths crossing and to the unexpected response that comes at the intersection.
~ Deb
*Last time in Barn Stories: Always Together
