Ruffled feathers ( Childhood memory )

Instructions

I opened the door to the flooding noises of birds chirping, leaves being gusted by the wind, I could feel the crisp air flow into my nose and the delightful smell of pine as I inhaled. I whistled, which summoned my loyal dog from the door Sky she bursted out of the open door with a blur of black, white, and brown. I shut the door behind the both of us and jogged towards our poultry’s coops. The coop’s doors were open but it was quiet, no crowing, clucking, not even a little ruffle of feathers, the chickens always stayed near their coops in case of danger. I began looking around and I could feel my heartbeat beginning to stiffen with fear and anxiety when I couldn’t see or hear them anywhere. I began thinking to myself rapidly There's no way they’d just run away- unless- I began to taste a salty liquid in my mouth, which then hit me with the realization that I was crying. How?! There were so many! About 40! It must’ve been a whole pack of coyotes! I spied Sky as she sniffed some molted feathers from the chickens, then sneezing and shuffling backwards slightly, it was adorable how she was sensitive to something so small and delicate. She was always a kind-hearted dog who had feelings towards the animals we loved, but she knew how to use her jaw when she needed to, such as how once when my dad was pretending to fight me to test Sky’s loyalty, then Sky leaped and sank her teeth into him, then jumping off. She started using herself as a bodyguard for me, growling with anger and determination, showing she had no mercy. I had to calm her down, petting her, I could feel her shaking with pure anger towards him, she then later settled down and went back to being sweet as she always is. I went back to the thought of my chickens, I had one favorite, Spotty. She was tamed and enjoyed following me around as I spoiled her with treats, she also enjoyed the satisfaction of me petting her and she was always scared of other people when I wasn’t around. I decided to search around one more time, around the house again. As I was walking, Sky followed beside me, looking at me and panting with a goofy smile. I paused as I heard a cluck coming from a… chair? I walked up to the chair, then before I could even look under the plastic chair I saw spotty run towards my feet, standing on them and looking up towards my head. I was confused yet happy. I picked her up and gave her a squeeze and soaked her plumage with tears, then settling her down back onto the soft blanket of emerald green grass, then wondering, Where are the rest? I began looking under the chairs with curiosity, then more chickens flooded from the bushes and from under plastic, cold chairs. Each chicken began ruffling their feathers, then they all followed me as I headed back to the chicken coops, we created a large sound of shifting and crunching leaves from the autumn trees, Sky, as usual, followed with excitement. I grabbed a plastic cup, then as I began filling it with the chicken food I could hear each grain shuffle and shift, the dust flew up into the air as I shuffled the cup back out of the back, I then threw the feed out into the grass, watching as the chickens leaped through the air, stabbed the ground with their beaks and determination to eat.