Pure Torture

Why didn’t anyone warn us that exercise can induce torture? We were so enthusiastic yesterday that we did triple our usual program and added a few climbs up and down the ladder in the hen house. This morning none of us could move – we were so stiff! Even Henrietta was in her usual place in the hen house when we woke up.

Mr. CEO was really quite concerned when we didn’t rush to our breakfast this morning as usual. He even tried his funny voice. I’m not quite sure why he does it. It seems a little bit as if he is talking down to us. I wish he wouldn’t do it – aren’t we an equal part of the Island team? But Henrietta loves it when he talks funny. She gets a faraway look in her eyes and says it reminds her of someone she knew long ago.

Well, we managed to peck around the hen house this morning, but no more exercise for us thank you! To be honest, Britney wasn’t doing so well on the regime either. The poor dear was as quiet as ever and only seemed to be losing weight. She wasn’t even drawing in the sand where we have our dust baths any more.

On a lighter note – I met someone today. A little girl came by the fence with a thick book under her arm and she showed me the most delightful pictures. One of the stories in the book is all about a very stupid duck called Jemima. She had to be the densest, most idiotic fowl ever to disgrace the earth! She was swindled by a fox and lost all her eggs and nearly her life! Speaking of which, I heard rumors of renewed fox activity in the neighbourhood. I better keep my beak shut about this. It wouldn’t do to upset Britney further.