This strange story took place one morning during a walk down a road, one that I had not walked before. My mind was in happy mode as I was striding along feeling energised. When out of nowhere a clucky kind of voice interrupted my thoughts.
My head pivoted around checking up and down the footpath and the road for a head hanging out of a car window. But there was nothing, how odd. Then I heard:
I looked to my left and saw a brown chook staring intently through the chicken wire. I leant in to check it out. How unexpected, a strong sturdy chicken coup in the front yard in a suburb. This owner certainly wanted his chooks safe.
I saw graffiti on the tin roof. Maybe others have come to help the chooks get out for a while or perhaps they have just had fun with spray cans? A bit of entertainment for school kids walking home from school perhaps? Part of me wanted to let them out, I agreed with chooks roaming free but they were not my chooks and what if a dog got them or the owner came home and caught me? I would have to run for it like @slobberchops does occasionally in his many adventurous trips of old empty buildings. Would I run as fast as he does? I doubt it.
I wanted to give the chooks freedom, but going onto another 's property without permission would have to be against the law. Can I run fast enough when chased if caught in the act? I thought for a moment and my answer was a big no.
Sorry chooks, I can't let you out. What if a dog got you and dragged you off for his dinner? I couldn't live with myself.
This is when I decided to leave quickly, running down the street, eyes straight ahead despite hearing the noisy ruckus coming from the chook house. A lucky escape!
Did I really talk with chooks? Crazy!
Was I in lah lah land? Or was it a dream?
No, neither. It is merely a fun piece of creative fiction prompted by photos of chooks I snapped when I saw them in this chicken coup recently.
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