This poem is for all those who have ever loved and lost…….a chicken. Who have lost a chicken to a raccoon, hawk, skunk, opossum, fox, bobcat, snake, owl, mink, stray dog, family dog, neighbors dog or simply an unnamed creature of the night…… Oh, my chickens how I love thee though every creature wants to…
Wet chicks mean we got some much needed rain here in Maydelle, the silkies however don’t fare so well….. I love my silkie, wet or dry! And we are SO thankful for the much needed rain! Happy Friday everyone!
So wicked chickens don’t REALLY lay deviled eggs, rather their wrath personifies itself in the form of spurring, wild running, aggressive pecking, 4:00 a.m. crowing sessions….among other things. But my blog is not just about those moments of fowl folly. It is about life in the country, life as a homeschooler, life as a baker, life…
The Wicked Chicken 