Foul Fowl

Caution: contains scatology.

I wonder about chickens, all the time.For example, why would a chicken nightly sit on the stall wall and poop directly into an unlucky horse's food bucket? There are so many other places to roost. But by the time I get out to the barn in the morning there are probably 50 droppings in this one particular favorite bucket.

I bet those chickens are lining up like basketball players trying to score points, like, "Move your big butt over, it's my turn!" or "Too bad--bounced right off the rim!" or "Do you always have to crow like then when you score a point?" "Hey, dude, it's your turn.... what? You're not ready? What you gonna do during the playoffs?" and of course, "Fowl! Foul! Ref--are you blind?!"
And imagine the talk around the water buckets. "Let's see who can make a splash big enough to hit themselves in the tail-feathers, guys!" (Pssst: this is what comments are for. Go ahead--you know you want to.)

And after being stepped on about a dozen times each by the horses, why do all the fowl insist on hanging out in the barn aisle during dinner time? Six horses walk right through the flock, completely heedless of their feathery needs for space on the floor. In fact, feeding time sounds like this: "Nicker, snort, snort, QUAAAACK! clip, clop."