I woke up, as usually 5:30; my owner would be in soon I am a chicken and my names Cathy I have came 3rd place in the chicken contest twice and live with my daughter Raquel and her daughter Frema. We also live with a duck her names Belino and we all live on block farm. Anyway our owner came in same as always cheerful and talkative we don't normally listen but he started going on about the chicken festival I love the festivals there a chance to get out the coop, our owner made a large pen full of grass for us and the cows and sheep but he often forgets to let us out he doesn't do it deliberately and we always get food, I was hoped he would go on about the festival but he soon went on about his wife being pregnant and how the cows are doing well, sometimes I wish I could tell him to shut up, but I started thinking about the contest and soon felt myself being lifted from the floor and moved so my owner can collect the egg. After my owner left I soon fell asleep there wasn't much to do in the coop and we couldn't open the door but Raquel started twittering on about what our owner said and what she thought I always thought she listened to our owner to much when she was a chick, my mum taught me not to listen and I wish I did the same. I looked around the coop nothing had changed I couldn't wait till the contest I love telling the others about it in detail the story lasts for days and I am often asked about the other chickens I often find other stories from the other chickens to tell the coop.