Relatives sent a few local chickens from the countryside, and when my mother took them out of the bag, she flew one and went directly to the coal shed (about two meters and a half high).

The coal shed is connected, more than 20 households in a row, and the back is adjacent to the hotel and a school house; my mother and our daughter-in-law were busy for a long time, and there was nothing they could do after turning around several times.

Let's be athletic, the sword is not old, I want us back then

said that the old gun was holding a wire hose more than four meters long, chasing the chicken all the way to a corner, and was about to swing it to sweep it off the roof, and a wonderful scene appeared.

Chicken fly, fly fly, fly fly up the adjacent building!

I estimated that it was six meters high! And it was a vertical distance, and the height of the slope was more than ten meters from where it landed!

I believe everyone has seen what a hen looks like, with such a big belly, how can it fly!

Wonderful?

The best is yet to come.

The building it went up to was relatively independent, with a wall around the roof, so it accumulated a lot of dust in it, and over time it turned into a mound of dirt and a lot of grass. The chicken went around a few times and found the mound where it lay down for a while and laid an egg!

It's far away and there's grass blocking the view, and I'll admit I didn't see the egg, but it must have been screaming after the egg was laid, that proud!

Wonderful?

The marvelous is yet to come.

After laying eggs, the hen was ready to find a place to rest, but no, it was cold and the roof of the building, and the small mound was not enough to make a nest, the chicken realized this, and began to look for a way out.

It's easy to go up the mountain and hard to get down, and so are people, and so are chickens that can fly. The chicken first went up the fence, spun around and did not dare to go down, and then flew to another adjacent building (my house is on the edge of the building, several sides are adjacent), and then it barked, searched, walked, looked, and slowly attracted the attention of the dog in the front yard, and began to bark wildly.

The chicken must be afraid of the dog, I don't know if it is frightened or has other ideas, hesitates a few times, and flies again to a branch that is fifteen meters parallel to the building.

Oh my God! I live on the fourth floor, and from my vantage point I can see the tree, the chicken, almost at eye level

The phone took a photo, but unfortunately the distance is far and the light is dark, and I can't pull the lens, it's very blurry.

Now that it was dark, it stopped screaming, it didn't fly, it didn't come down, it looked like it was going to spend the night on it.

There are always birds in that tree, and there are a lot of them, and if it is still there tomorrow, I wonder if those birds will see it, and I wonder if I will think: Who among us is so fat? Who fed it!

Finally, I really want to ask that chicken: dear, are you tired of making chicken, are you planning to change careers?

(To be continued......)