Story #8: Bianca and Tabby Become Friends

Hola de Nicaragua! I have been at La Mariposa for 10 days now, and am loving it! I had a bit of an adventure last Friday–a post to come soon on that. Here at the school/hotel, there are many animals–dogs, cats, chickens, ducks, a turkey. They all roam freely. Other rescue animals are in cages–monkeys, parrots,a toucan, a rabbit and some others. This story was inspired by one little chicken who always comes up the stairs into the outdoor dining area. She sometimes hides under a cabinet or just wanders around. I couldn’t get a good photo of her because she keeps moving.

The little white (blurry) chicken in a tree
The little white (blurry) chicken in a tree

Another thing that tickles me is that every evening at dusk, two roosters and a few chickens ascend the steps to the dining area. The roosters crow and preen and then jump into a tree overlooking the yard and settle down for a good night’s sleep.

Mr. Rooster getting ready for bed
Mr. Rooster getting ready for bed (also blurry, sorry–they don’t hold still when I get close)

I hear them crowing often in the night, though, so I’m not sure how much they actually sleep. Oh, and the cat was inspired by the upstairs cat who has adopted me. She sits on my lap when I’m upstairs and would like to sleep with me, although I have resisted her requests(and will continue to do so). I like sleeping with cats, but not with fleas!
Anyhow, here is the story. I hope you enjoy it! And thanks for stopping by.

Bianca and Tabby
Bianca and Tabby

Bianca and Tabby Become Friends

Once there was a chicken named Bianca. She was a very little white chicken with brown eyes and a yellow beak. She lived in a home with many other chickens, all different colors and all different sizes. There were also ducks, turkeys, cats and dogs. The chickens were always pushing each other out of the way to get to the juiciest bugs or crunchiest seeds. And all their squawking and clucking made Bianca nervous. When Bianca spoke, a sweet, soft whistling sound came out. The others either ignored her or pushed her out of the way. When she needed a place to hide, her favorite place was up the stairs and under the cabinet. No one saw her there, except Tabby the cat.

Tabby liked to sleep on the picnic table, sometimes in the sun and sometimes in the shade. But sometimes Tabby wished she had someone to curl up with. Tabby watched Bianca scurry under the cabinet. Tabby watched Bianca sneak out to drink from Tabby’s water bowl. Tabby didn’t mind. Her people always made sure she had water. Once Bianca tasted Tabby’s food. Tabby didn’t like that too much, but Bianca didn’t like it. Tabby watched Bianca go to the chicken yard in the middle of the day, while the other birds were resting in the cool dirt or inside their house. Alone, she pecked for bugs or seeds. Then she hopped back up the stairs and under the cabinet.

Bianca watched Tabby, too. She loved the graceful way the jumped on and off the table without a sound. The chickens always made a lot of noise when they jumped up or down. Bianca liked the way Tabby washed her face with her paw. Bianca liked the dainty way Tabby’s tongue lapped water. Bianca liked the way Tabby walked around in a circle before laying down for a nap. Although she was a little afraid of Tabby, she liked her.

One day, Tabby laid down by Bianca’s cabinet. Bianca walked to the other side. Tabby pretended to sleep. Bianca moved a little closer. It took a few days, but finally, Bianca stood right next to Tabby. Tabby stretched out and her paw touched Bianca’s foot. Bianca froze. Tabby began to purr. Bianca had never heard that before. It was soothing. Bianca fluffed out her feathers and lay right on Tabby’s paw. They both fell asleep, but when they woke up, Tabby was curled around Bianca. Bianca didn’t move until Tabby woke up. Then she ran her beak gently behind Tabby’s ears.

It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Sometimes Tabby brought Bianca a nice juicy beetle for a snack. Tabby was good at catching things. One day Bianca found a scrap of cloth at the edge of the yard. She dragged it over to the picnic table. She whistled and Tabby heard her. Tabby poked her head over the side of the table. Bianca fluttered onto the bench then onto the picnic table, carrying the cloth with her beak. Tabby spread out the cloth with her teeth and paws. Then Bianca and Tabby curled up together on it. Tabby purred and Bianca whistled contentedly. Neither of them paid the least bit of attention to the squawking, clucking chickens down in the yard.

They had each other, and they were content.

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I am a writer, handworker, artist and teacher (a WHAT!), and a mom of two beautiful daughters who are amazingly 17 and 21. I am working on getting my first book, a fantasy novel for young people, published and am busy spinning on my new spinning wheel. I have been a Waldorf early childhood teacher for 10 years now, and before that, I was a lawyer. Teaching is much more fun.

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