Today marks a momentous occasion here at our little pretend farm. You see, a particular so-ugly-he’s-cute house fowl, the two-faced lover of males/attacker of females formerly known as “Ma Boy” made an error of judgment last night and got between Hunky Husband and his favorite snack, “Smart Food.” When rebuffed by said husband, the very bad turkey attacked the hand that fed him and with that, the honeymoon was over. Apparently, it was cute when the bird brutally pecked at Jessica and me but not so much when he had the audacity to jump in the air and lash David with his wing. Yes, ladies and germs, Zorro has made the journey from indoor cage to outdoor misfit fowl pen. Let the celebration begin!
At first, Zorro seemed to think it was a regular farm chore morning. For some time, he has been joining us out in the big yard, running around while we fed, watered, and scooped, and then, before he became too hot and tired, returning to the air conditioned comfort of his cage.
Not so fast buddy. You’re staying out here today. And every day from now on. (Imagine my maniacal laughter echoing through the desert. I just wish I had a white cat on my lap to stroke.)
Once in the pen of misfit fowl, he searched for a way to get out, imagined scaling the walls or tunneling through the mud but saw no escape.
He felt dejected.
Rubius, who used to be the picked upon, was thrilled to be joined by someone he could now dominate. “See how gianormous I am, little turk. I am king of the Pen of Misfit Fowl and you will follow my every order.”
How did the rest of the misfit fowl handle the situation? Well, Big Red and the ducks donned their invisibility cloaks and pretended to see something just on the other side of the fence. Conflict is avoided at all cost in The Pen of Misfit Fowl. They all have to sleep together after all.
Zorro has now accepted his fate though I think he regrets his actions of the night before. He’ll regret them even more when he realizes how damned hot it gets out there by midafternoon. After all, yesterday the greater Phoenix area set a new heat record by reaching the 29th day of 110 degree or above heat. Yet, if I begin to feel sorry for the boy, all I have to do is glance down at the numerous bruises he has inflicted upon me and the maniacal laughter begins again.
Where is that white cat when I need him?