Rowan and the Chickens

So there we are in the backyard, Rowan and I. I'm teaching him a few tricks, or trying to, but he keeps sitting on me, the big galoot. Meantime, The Magnificent Ghost is bawling up a storm from his kennel because he wants to mix it up with Rowan. These boys are just too much. So I wander to the back of the yard to get a little peace and quiet, and what should I find but a passel of chickens! What a clucking and flapping of wings! Feathers everywhere! The intelligent Malamute hunkers down to allow the frenzied fowl to settle down and forget all about her presence. I cast an eye over my shoulder to make sure that Rowan isn't going to come galumphing along in full bellow to spoil this plan, like that young sprout Ghost invariably does, but the silly thing is gazing off into the distance and watering the bamboo. So I'm slowly creeping up on a particularly juicy hen, when the rooster spots me and flings himself over the fence with a wild cackling, and the hen goes after. Foiled again! I check to see what Rowan thinks of it all, but the goofy redhead is sniffing the ground, completely oblivious to the life-and-death drama unfolding mere inches away. >sigh< I have my work cut out with this one. Alexandria out.