Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Chickens are not commonly a creature that I consider affectionate. However in the case of our Helen (our almost blind white chicken with cataracts) that is not so. Each day when entering Helen's yard, she greets us at the door making soft hen sounds. She stands at our feet until we pick her up. After a few words and a few strokes she is happy to be placed back on the ground. It is a funny ritual...and it happens every day.Incidentally, I guess because she is almost blind, she does not lay her eggs in a nesting box like the rest of our chickens. Helen prefers the perpetual Easter egg hunt....and lays her eggs out in the middle of her yard.
Posted by Beverly Frankeny at 8:45 PM