The rooster is dumb as a brick, but endearing anyway. When he’s in the mood, and gets in my lap to cuddle, and all the stress melts out of him while I pet him, that’s gold right there.
And the pet hen? She flicks her little tail on the arm of the couch and nestles in as close as she can to my side, and she does that sweet trill of contentment. How can that not bring peace and happiness?
Even the volunteer hen, when she comes ruuuuuuning up from her little spot under a tree when one of us goes out, and starts her little high pitched buuuk-buk-buk because she knows we’re suckers and always bring treats, that never fails to make me smile.
Oh, lots of things.
But recently, my chickens.
The rooster is dumb as a brick, but endearing anyway. When he’s in the mood, and gets in my lap to cuddle, and all the stress melts out of him while I pet him, that’s gold right there.
And the pet hen? She flicks her little tail on the arm of the couch and nestles in as close as she can to my side, and she does that sweet trill of contentment. How can that not bring peace and happiness?
Even the volunteer hen, when she comes ruuuuuuning up from her little spot under a tree when one of us goes out, and starts her little high pitched buuuk-buk-buk because she knows we’re suckers and always bring treats, that never fails to make me smile.