Ugly chicken

It was during this time that I had a whole clan of the most ugly chickens you can think of as visotors every day. I think it is a registered breed, called 'kaalnekke', meaning nude necks, and they were indeed some strange looking birds, but to my thinking they must have relatives somewhere in outer space, as they were the ugliest things on two legs that I have ever seen. But I loved them, as they did ate up all the bally snails that were eating up my strawberries and the flowers and also my young veggies that I had to defend so vigorously against the nightwalking slimy ones!
Loving them however and living with them are two very different things, as I found out one night, just before I  gently glided into a peaceful and well earned sleep!
I had just put my book down, when I heard this strange noises coming from my sittingroom that sounded like the stuff adorning my old oak server were being pushed and shuffled around, and of course, I pulled the duvet over my head, and lay shivering for a long time, wondering what the thieves were taking, hoping that my inherited vase, that was as ugly as sin, but very dear to me, would be scorned by this intruders, and left.
But the shuffling just didn't stop, so I slowly opened my head again, and lay listening for ages at the noises that went on and on, and I slowly realised that I would have to get up and see what was going on, as thieves would definitely not spend an hour or more just pushing stuff around, except if it was some really silly thief. My feet were dragging a bit, but I managed to get to the door, and peeping around, I realised that the strange noises that accompanied the shuffling, sounded much like that of a chicken, so I closed my eyes and snapped on the light, waiting for the assailant to attack me, at the same time praying that it was indeed a real, chicken, the ones with two legs and feathers. When at last I scraped together enough courage to open my eyes, I went into a fit of hysterical laughter, as there, nicely inbetween my treasured pieces, with my white antique runner as bedding, was the ugliest little hen that I have ever laid my eyes on, cocking her head and looking at me as if I was the intruder! I tried to shoo her out through the open window, but she gave one terrifying cackle before flying off the server, and with me in hot persuit, tried to escape my groping hands, leaving a path of destruction behind her.
But I was adamant that I refused to share my house with such an ugly housemate, and when at last I managed to get hold of her, I was breathing fast and feeling furious, and I had to kind of tuck her quite mercilessly under my arm to open my front door, and all this time this monster was cackling as if she was being defeathered alive!
After first having a good look to make sure that there wasn't a real two legged intruder in sight, I struggled over my rockery, and the small watercanal, and a few flowerbeds, to the fence where I threw her over to the other side, telling her to buzz off. But the bally chicken had no intention of giving up her lovely new home, and before I could struggle back over all the obstacles, as it was very dark outside, there being no streetlights, she was back on my server, from she watched me with small hostile eyes, and when I made a grab for her, she again lead me from room to room, cackling as if she was being bally murdered, and I was by now feeling real murderous, as she was making splashes of chicken poop as far as she went.
I managed to catch her again, and again, but every time she was back long before I was back, and I was getting to a state where I could easily have wrung her neck, when I had a brilliant idea. I opened the back door, and closed the front door behind me, so when I chucked the highly irate chicken over the fence again, I ran for the back door, and made it before madam had realized what was happening!
I then remembered the open window where she came in in the first place, and was just in time to close it on a very unhappy looking girlie! For a long time I heard her clucking around the house, but I turned a deaf ear! The next day I tried to distinguish her from the rest of the brood, but they all were so ugly and so same looking, that it was quite impossible.