There’s a guy there with a bunch of chickens in the yard. He’s thinking about eating one of them. That looks like the broad side of my sister. We’re going to call him Roger. I don’t know what he’s doing. He’s opening and closing his fingers. (Someone makes an opening and closing hand motion). We should call him Pedro. Pedro is throwing out bird seed hoping to attract some of those birds to eat. Pedro wants to eat the bird seed.
It takes place on a farm. In the fall. No, in the spring or some altogether different time. That’s the way my sister walks. He’s getting the fowls out of his way. I don’t know what he does for a living. He feeds his family.
He’s a friendly sort of guy. Feeding the birds and they are running like heck trying to catch the seed. He’s looking sharp in his blue shorts, orange shirt and hat with the sun in his eyes.
He has a family, a wife, grandparents and 2 or 3 children. He has to keep running to keep up with the chickens with something silver in his hands. He named the chickens, “Get out of the way!”
With a nod he thinks these chickens are friendly. These are Rhode Island Red chickens.
Story created by VA dementia care community.
13 June 2016