We used to have two chickens, Mary and Jane, but a dog killed Jane so now there is only one chicken left and I have reason to believe it might be a rooster. Anyways, time will tell us if she is a he but what I know for certain is that our only “chicken” left alive, Mary, is in love with one of my roommates.
The moment my roomie gets home from work Mary appears in the front window and stays there as long as my roomie is in the living room. She never appears until he gets home from work.
Isn’t it weird that she paints her middle toenails white and the rest black?
This chicken being in love with my roommate isn’t that odd though. My great-grandmother had a chicken that followed her everywhere, including to the store.