Here’s the proof. I really did kiss a chicken and live to tell about it. This is Lacy (on the right), a little gray hen who actually seems to enjoy being held. When I first took her into my arms, I ended up crying. She was so soft. And she made little clucking sounds that I could feel reverberating through her chest, rather like the purrs that come from Daisy and Miss Polly.
Next we have Penginie, the black hen in the photo on the left. Her feathers had an iridescent green-blue cast to them that was absolutely stunning.
These little ones were in the chicken coop when I first saw them, but Julie and her husband let them out to run around with the big folks, seen below. The little ones were so curious about being out in the yard, but they kept scurrying back into the safety of the coop.
This is Rocky, the fluffy gray and white rooster, and three of the older hens.
It's really fun to watch a hen scratch for bugs. She'll go scratch, scratch, and then hop backwards and lower her head to see what she's come up with. Then she eats the bugs or weed seeds or whatever, steps to the next patch of grass or dirt and repeats the process.
I can't believe I spent so many years so terrified of the idea of chickens. It's good to be over all that nonsense.
Julie Porath was kind enough to send me these photos, and I’m excited to share them with you.
BEEattitude for Day # 295:Blessed are those who share their enthusiasm with others, for they shall expand the limits of knowledge
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