Who is in the chicken coop?

Greeting loyal readers and fellow maremmas. Now as loyal readers are well aware of, Me and Nellie do not like the chickens being fed food that We consider to be ours.  Mummy regularly gives the chickens yummy bread and other such tasty treats.  Why just yesterday she gave those pesky chickens some camembert cheese that she found in the fridge.  She did not give it to Me and Nellie.  We were very annoyed so she was out in the house garden, when her back was turned to Us,  as she was turning on the hose on to give those chickens some fresh water, Me and Nellie made our move.  Nellie broke into the chicken run and I followed.

002 Here you can see, here is a photo of Me in the chicken run.  Unfortunately, those pesky chickens were too quick and the yummy cheese had disappeared but Me and Nellie had a good sniff around.  For some reason mummy was not pleased.  She yelled at Me and Nellie.  Said something about being bad maremmas and that she should leave Us in there all night.  But as you all know mummy would never do that. All the whimpering would drive her mad and anyway she loves Us too much to stay mad at Me and Nellie for very long.  Love Nellie and Jasper, the two bestest maremmas in all the land.

The view from the driveway.

The view from the driveway.

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19 Responses to Who is in the chicken coop?

  1. Mia tried to get in our chicken house once because their was a bird in it 😉

  2. Bert says:

    Well, I have to say that the chicken coop is a pretty place so I am thinkin that even if she did leave you there all night, you wouldn’t be too bad off. You guys have the prettiest yard…


  3. Kyla says:

    Who is in the chicken coop. “Just us chickens, woof woof”.

  4. robynwp says:

    *BOL*…you two sure have moxy so close to Christmas!!

  5. Boomdeeadda says:

    Oh man ‘busted!’ You can’t really blame the SOD when there’s a photograph..giggle. I love the garden picture too, what’s the white flowery bush? It’s pretty.

  6. Dougall says:

    But, maybe if she left you in there over night, you’d be there bright and early when she brings out the good foods? Would that work?

  7. I don’t blame you! I’d be in there too if there was camembert on offer!

  8. Emmadog says:

    I am not real interested in chickens but I am interested in food and that would make me mad too having the chickens get such food! My sister is fascinated with chickens and almost caught one once but mom got there just in time – that was long ago, back in Germany!

  9. Some furry chickens there.

  10. Fortunately Nellie&Jasper are in the chicken coop – and not me, Easy. BOL But I try it…again and again …do you have a tipp how to get in?

  11. Clowie says:

    I think it’s quite shocking to give cheese to the chickens – I’d probably have broken in there as well.

  12. catchatcaren says:

    that was just too tempting! And…right in front of you! Of COURSE you broke in!! Barks and licks and love, Dakota

  13. You guys are silly just like mine. I have a chicken coop also and my Nellie and gang sneaks in there to get the yum yums also.

  14. onebluedog says:

    Cheese for the chickens and none for you?!? This is just not right!

  15. That is what Me and Nellie think. Mummy should be sharing such tasty treets as cheese with Us, not those pesky chickens.

  16. tylersat99 says:

    We would be upset if Mom gave the cheese to some chickens (we have never seem chickens) instead if us. We would have gone after the treat ourselves. Mica has even been known to eat the food Mom puts out for the birds. She gets in trouble too:(

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