Those of you who have read my blog for a while
know that I have a penchant for naming "all" of our animals.
While I don't actually name all of our chickens - we have way too many -
I do name the noteworthy ones....
You know, the ones who are dear to my heart, or perhaps are showy,
or maybe the ones who act like divas...etc.
So, today I would like to introduce you to Peggy.
That's Peggy P.
I could have gone with Peggy Sue, or Peggy Lee, or another sweet
But no, Peggy P. fits this one!
You see, ole Peggy, here, sits on her nest everyday waiting for my arrival.
It might be 2 or 3 or 4 PM til I get to collecting eggs,
but there she is....a-waitin'!
And each day as I reach my hand beneath her fluff to search for eggs,
she dives, beak first onto the skin on the back of my hand or wrist.
Now, a peck is no big deal.
But what Peggy dishes out is a prolonged pinching peck,
with a twist of the beak designed to rip said skin from one's skeleton.
She yanks and twists and
those beady little eyes of hers stare a hole right through to your soul!
(I usually remember gloves....yesterday I forgot.)
Yep, that's Peggy.
Peggy Peckerhead to you!
And now you've been pecked too!!