The weather man says the last time we had rain was November 20th. The last time this happened was
1972 I don't remember 1972 except I was in eighth grade. Scared to death to go to high school.
I don't remember if is was a hot summer or if it bothered me very much. I was still playing baseball,
climbing trees and riding horses and swimming all summer. My Mom would make home made ice cream
every night, because our cow was fresh and we had milk coming out our ears. Eggs too because of the
chickens. We had kids come over every night and we sat out in the back yard with my Dad and talked.
That is all I remember about 1972, Music was good though.
Wow is that a rabbit trail or what, this post is supposed to be about chickens.
from my first batch of chicks. They both go broody and both hatched my first batch of chicks.
The two other hens I have are her daughters. They are the wild bunch. Raised by their Momma's
I didn't fool with them much and they are so wild. She was singing to herself as she was adjusting
the hay to be just right. She will get scared of the big hens and she will come get into my lap. Of course
I never have my camera.
I walk in the pasture. One morning I had the dog, the cat (Hobo) and this hen. I felt just like Dr. Doolittle.
She comes up behind me and pecks my coat to let me know she is there and her feet are cold can she
sit in my lap awhile.
These three are the leaders of the anti-dog movement. They look like innocent hens but really they are not. They are always plotting revenge on the dog. They stalk her and then when she notices them they start pecking the ground like they were just acting normal. They all run at her and try to peck her when she isn't paying attention. I wish I could catch the look on their faces when they are making plans. I don't know if I spend to much time watching them but it is always amazing to me to see them communicate with each other and then to see them carry out their little chicken plans.
I loved the story Charlotte's Web because being around animals so much is just like what Fern saw in the barns when she watched Wilbur in Mr. Druckers barn in the lazy afternoons of summer.
There is drama going around at so many levels that if you take the time to watch, you will see such amazing things that being busy we miss. I am always thankful when I can stop for awhile and just observe the world around me.
Have a lovely Thursday,