He was in charge of three old ladies.
Lil'White and Daisy have never been much trouble,
and Lucy hardly ever moves from her chosen spot.
This was a pretty cushy job.
. . . . . . . .
Then came the four young Nuggets.
Four additional chickens shouldn't have been much of a challenge for a professional chicken-protector like Marky….
But these four chickens were unlike any that Marky had met before.
These four Nuggets adored the dog.
They truly enjoyed his company.
These little gals gleefully pushed the boundaries of chicken-canine relations.
They stared at him.
They flapped at him.
They cornered him.
They napped with him.
They stalked the poor guy.
Being friendly with the flock was not part of Marky's job description.
All this attention made him very uncomfortable.
. . . . . . . . .
Eventually, Marky felt pressed to teach each of the little ladies a lesson.
Below, for example, was Phoebe's moment. She came in from the left and scooted behind Marky.... just a little too tight a squeeze.
Don't worry -- she escaped unplucked.
Next, Dorrie pushed her luck
She got a little too close.
Just moments after I clicked this photo, Marky expressed his feelings toward Dorrie. She now demonstrates proper respect for the dog's personal space.
One by one, each of the little ladies learned the hard way that Marky's beak contains teeth.
One by one, each of the little ladies learned the hard way that Marky's beak contains teeth.
Scarlett, the little Buckeye, had her moment with the teeth, too, but she was not deterred.
Every day, Scarlett continues to risk her shiny red feathers….
to be near the dog.
She examines him from behind.
She gazes deep into his eyes.
Marky just wants to be left alone.
It's Scarlett I'm scolding in this photo - not Marky.
And still she doesn't get it.
Thank you, Marky, for not killing the chicken today.
And still she doesn't get it.
Thank you, Marky, for not killing the chicken today.