The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-04-03
DISSATISFIED FOWLS.

and Run Away from Home-Why They
Return.
"Ugh! what cold day!"
Little Mona Caxton sprang out OF
bed as she spoke. and dew back the
chintz window-curtains to peep at the
weather.
"Snow on the ground, tool" M
But the snow was quite light one,
and Mona dressed herself quickly, put
on her little red riding-hood cloak, with
the hood over her head, and ran out to
feed the chickens.
''They are in hurry for their break
fast" thought Mona, for great cack-
ling and clamoring was heard in the
hen-hoIse.
She opened the door to let out the
fowls, and then, scattering the feed I'M
der shed, where there was no snow,
she scampered back to the house as fast
as possible.
"Quack! quack!" grumbled an old
Muscovy duck with white topknot, II
think it's time we had our breakfasts!
I've been awake these two hours and
more"
"Cut-cut- cackled black
Spanish hen, bristling up her feathers,
1--WE had a gnawlng in my gizzard ever
since daylight. Get out Of my way,
PinfeatherS!' she cried, savagely peck
ing young rooster, who was trying to
get grain OF corn from under her feet.
"Gobble! gobble! gobble!" put in
Fadladeen, the big bronze turkey.
'sThose long-legged, featherless crea-
lures ought to get up when Chandelier
calls them, at three o'clock, and give
us our breakfasts. What do you think,
Miss Buff" he asked, addressing a
handsome blonde pullet, with a double
comb.
Il quite agree with you, Mr. Cob
BIER" asseNted the blonde beauty,
pertly.
''Pot-luck! pot-luck! pot-luckr' chat
tered a speckled guinea hen. eff they
would only leave the door of our house
open, we could get our own breakfasts.
It's the early bird that catches the
worm, I've heard
And the rest assented.
"What do they lock us up for any,
howp" demanded Shanghai rooster,
who had been too busy filing his crop
to take any part in the discussion here
tofore.
The others gave it up, and shook
their heads sadly.
Il can tell you" said Chanticleer,
solemnly. ''They lock us up so they
can catch us easily. You know how
they came one morning and took one
of our finest turkeys and brace of fat
ROSTERS.
''Ah, yes! they all remembered, +"
assented the fowls, nodding their heads
sagely at Chandeliers observations.
'sIt's very ungrateful of 'em, too"
declared big, buff Cochin hen, holding
one leg up under her feathers to keep it
warm. ''They take all our eggs in the
summertime, and then shut us up in
winter, and catch us to eat"
"Qua-ack! qua-ack! s-s-sr' Kissed an
old gray goose, waddling into sight.
''They not only take my eggs, but they
pull out my feathers, too-my nice,
warm feathers, that want to line my
nest with when 90 to sit.
And she looked appealingly at her
audience for sympathy.
They never let me sit at all, !"
chimed one of the guinea-fowls, "but
take my eggs and put 'em under a
hen"
They're a cruel, ungrateful set of
creatures, any how" said an old Dork-
ing matron, wiping her bill on null
lein leaf. '1n summer time they keep
plenty of grasshoppers and other in
sects for us to eat. They give us nice,
warm weather and lots of big. tall
weeds and thick grass to make our
nests in. But as soon as winter comes,
they send off all the grasshoppers; de-
stroy the nice weeds and grass, and
make the weather so cold our feathers
don't beg to keep us warm enough. "
"Just so," chorused the fowls.
MRS. Cochin is ght, said Chanti-
cleer. Il think l froze my comb last
night, too"
Suppose we all run awayP" sug-
gested the black Spanish hen, who had
had the gnawing in her Gizzard, sand
live by ourselves, Were they can't shut
Us up any more and catch us to eat. y
$50 we W Il, cried the rest, eagerly.
And the Shanghai rooster was SO ex-
cited that he flew up on the rail fence
and crowed as loud as ever he could.
Then they started, old Chanticleer
taking the lead with his flock of then,
and the turkeys, geese, guinea fowls and
ducks following after.
All but one canvas-back drake, who
fingered behind to see if there were not
a few grains of corn which had been
overlooked. But not finding any, he
waddled on after the rest, quacking at
the top of his voice.
The fowls, headed by Chandelier,
made their way through a thick copse
of hazel-bushes out to an open glade,
where the sun shone warmly down, and
GONE tufts of BLUEGRASS showed here and
there, where patches of snow had melted
away.
"WLy, it's getting warm already. =