I Like to Think I am Loved

I would like to think that the chickens genuinely like me and are running to see me.

But I know better...they think I have food.

This is what I see every evening on my walks, even when I am not carrying a bag of veggies.

A few herald my appearance.

Then the rest start to follow.

They come from all directions.

Waiting expectantly for some tasty morsel.

Mister Rooster is always front and center...though he rarely gets the first bite.  He's a gentleman like that.

They just keep coming!

Piggy, my shoulder riding chicken, is in the middle of the pack hoping that I have saved her the best bite.

Wow, we have a lot of chickens!

Yeah, I would like to think that they just wanted to be in my company but the truth is I had food.  It helps the ego to see so many running to be near you. :)

Chicken = Parrot

Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip

~ Will Rogers

I RESISTED!!!

A friend and I visited the local Tractor Supply store so I could pick up a card and as I paused from talking my ears picked up a faint chirping (actually it wasn’t faint, I had just decided to start listening.) Immediately my brain processed the sound and I knew it was the music of baby chicks.


Ditching my friend, with a quick “Chickens!” over my shoulder, I raced toward the sound. There I found bins full of baby chicks, ducklings and bunnies. And they were so adorable, I wanted to take them home. Problem: I don’t need any more chickens. A little backstory: I love chickens and every spring I have to stay away from the farm stores so that I am not tempted. I live on a farm that has 80 chickens, 5 cows, a donkey and a mule…and I personally have two dogs, a foster dog and 3 cats so I don’t need any more animals. But dang they were cute and oh so tempting.

After much effort, and help from my friend, I left the store without any animals. I know that my animals are happy for that.

Harry has Hedwig and I have a...chicken?

At my new place there are 80 chickens I help look after, mostly on weekends, after a while you start to see their personalities. For instance there is one that follows me everywhere hoping that I will drop food. Others squawk when I get to close to the nests, and then their Miss Piggy.

Miss Piggy gets her name from her ability to go right for the source of the food...the food can. When I am filling up the feeders for the rest of the chickens she waits til my back is turned then jumps into the open container to gorge herself. No other chciken has figured this out, so she has zero competition for an unlimited source of food. Well unlimited until I turn around and lift her out.

It was because I was constantly picking her up that she got comfortable with me holding her. Now she actually seems to enjoy sitting on my arm which on this one occasion became my shoulder.

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