Don't be a Chicken

Dixie-May Jackson · 04-26-2012, 04:07 PM

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forward dated a few days...maybe like the 29th? whoever joins, should be strong i think, and possibly know something about building. if not, we can wing it. Tongue

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The rooster, such a cocky little bastard, had been making a lot of noise lately. His calling had been waking Dixie up almost every time she tried to sleep, and the young woman was getting rather irritated with the thing. Rolling from the bed she shared with Wayne, she tromped up the stairs and out of the court house, not once thinking about HOW she could even hear the thing down deep in the basement. Following the scent and sound of chickens, she found the two hens and large rooster out in the square…a lot closer than she’d thought they would be. Weren’t they supposed to be out near the barn?

Frowning, she stomped her feet and flapped her arms, growling deeply at the birds, which caused them to squawk and make all kinds of noise. How annoying! Turning away from them with a huff, she began walking towards the barn, where the construction was supposed to be going on. It was still early enough that almost all of her pack mates were probably asleep still. The fort was quiet and peaceful, a beautiful morning. To her complete surprise, there wasn’t a coop anywhere in sight…nowhere for the chickens to nest or find shelter. How had they bypassed that when the birds were brought into the pack!?

Memories of the chicken coops from her parent’s home back in Texas flooded through her mind. They had been quite large…housing at least fifteen chickens in both, way more than Casa had or would have, she believed. So, if stable wood could be found, as well as nails and tools needed to build…she could easily construct a small coop for the chickens to live in and lay in. Dixie didn’t want to take any supplies from the fort, as everything that was there was really needed. However, there were plenty of places outside of the fort that had many buildings and such that could be taken apart for the scrapping of supplies…perhaps she’d make a run out to find some of the stuff, and in turn, bring back more things for the other building projects.

Whistling softly, Dixie called to her horses, grinning happily when Duke, Gypsy, Fern and Bark all came trotting up. Her small hands reached up and stroked over Gypsy’s face, the beautiful paint mare was pregnant and in no shape to be traveling and doing laboring work. Not this time, honey…maybe you can help out after the baby is born. The mare snorted and bobbed her head a bit before turning and trotting off, as if she understood every word. Chuckling, she began walking over to where the wagon lay in wait for use. If she was going to be collecting wood, she’d need some way to carry it across a few miles of land, and there was no way to actually strap it to the horse’s back. Fern was tethered to the wagon within a few minutes, and Dixie steered her back to the courthouse.

Hopping down from the wagon, she darted into the large building and ran back to her room, slipping in quietly so as to not wake up her love. Without making much more than a few small scuffling noises, she put her hat on, strapped a knife to her thigh, slung some rope over her shoulder and grabbed a medium sized basket. A tiny kiss was swiped over Wayne’s nose before she slipped out and ran back outside, tossing the basket and rope into the back of the wagon. Fern was eager and jumped right into a soft trot towards the front gates of the fort, happy to be working and participating with her friends again.

Image courtesy of PNNL@Flickr; table code by the Mentors!

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