There’s Henrietta, the hen.
And Leonard, her beau.
Their’s was an arranged relationship. She was in the chicken coop first. He was brought in one day via cat carrier. They were introduced (“Henrietta, meet your new husband, Leonard”) and they were locked up together for a few days. To bond.
He was over-zealous at first, mesmerized, I think, by his hen-of-one flock. Young love.
She wanted distance so she spent the first several days at the neighbor’s house, returning home only to roost. And lay an egg.
Eventually the space between, “Oh my god, why are you here?” and “Oh, you bring me the best worms to eat,” lessened and their animal-instinct adoration for each other took over.
Now, they are inseparable. And in love.
He finds her the best pieces of food:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5dwr9y61oY
And every morning he brings her to the trailer door for a dog food handout:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjzGWJMmrXo
And he wants the whole neighborhood to know that he is here, that Henrietta is his, and that he loves her. Or at least that’s what I imagine he says when he begins crowing at 4 a.m.
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