Do you remember Babs?
She is also unusual in that she does not shy from human contact. In fact, she seeks it. It has been her habit to come to my feet as soon as I enter the henhouse, to be picked up and loved for a few minutes.
Yesterday was such a lovely day that I let Babs and her girlfriends out of their yard. They spent the afternoon rummaging through the leaves, eating bugs and grass, and investigating the world outside the henhouse.
When I walked down to check on them,
Babs came running up to me.
I picked her up.
Babs rode on the gator.
Then back with her flock she went.
She is a most unusual chicken....the only one out of my 80+ girls who behaves this way. I often wonder what she thinks when I walk into the henhouse. She is quite the talker, though, and always has lots of tales to tell me (usually stories about Kenny Rogers and the other hens). And then we both cackle!