I have always loved chickens. Even as a child I can remember toting them about, loving on them, naming them and kissing them. While I still tote them, love them and kiss them I refrain from naming them. But that is another story.
Today I’d like to introduce you to the girls. The main girls. Head wives if you will. You recall Randy I suppose, my only named chicken and only rooster. Well, these are the other chickens remaining out of my original flock. 2 hens and a rooster left from 40 chickens in 9 various breeds that I began with in 2011. I find it interesting that they, the survivors, are all Ameraucanas. Maybe they are telling me something…..
One thing I have found out about chickens, they know their own kind and have a tendency to stick with them. They are really prejudiced.
I can just hear them talking….”Girl, did you see what that spotted thang was doing?” “I know it girl, she has no shame!” “Just WAIT until Randy finds out!” To us this all sounds like a long string of “cluck, cluck, CLUCK, chirp, purr, cluck”. But I know better. Chickens, hens in particular, can be very unkind.
But these girls, they are older and wiser and kinder than most other hens I know. That is probably why Randy prefers their company to that of the younger, more flighty, gossipy hens.
I so wish I could let them stay out all the time but free-ranging doesn’t end well in our part of the world. It is neat however to see how excited they are when I get home in the evening and head to the coop, they know what’s coming!
You know what I love more than a running chicken?
Neither do I.
Only a few more hours until I get to go home and let them out once more.
Not only their favorite part of the day but mine as well.