When spring came the pastor told me he was excited that the chickens were laying eggs again. The fact there were chickens was news to me, but I found out the coop was a feature of the school's outdoor classroom. Some time later I figured out where that coop was located.
It was fascinating to watch the chickens and listen to their clucking and vocalizations. When I made cooking scraps I would Google to see if
it was something 'the girls' could eat. Now, most shifts find me walking
across the parking lot with a bowl of goodies for the chickens. I distribute the food and talk to them for a little bit before heading back.
I'm not sure, but I suspect they now know who I am. There are three chickens
left from the original flock of six. Each is a different breed, but they seem
to coexist nicely. Except for the time I brought some pork fat cut from
the chops I was cooking. Then it was every hen for herself.
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That’s so nice of you to think about the chickens. I’d do the same, too.
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DeleteHad no idea what chickens ate
ReplyDeleteUntil the last month or so I didn't neither.
DeleteDon't let the Colonel know where they're located.
ReplyDeleteThey're pretty tough old birds. I don't think he'd want them.
DeleteWatermelon, really? I was under the impression that critters eat anything but fruit.
ReplyDeleteI now know that they can eat (and enjoy) any fruit as long as the seeds have been removed.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for the invitation, but I'll pass.
DeleteHmmm, a black, a brown, and a white chicken coexisting peacefully (OK, mostly peacefully), how we humans could learn a lesson from them . . .
ReplyDeleteYou're right!
DeleteThat must have been a surprise!
ReplyDeleteOur backyard neighbors had chickens and I loved them. I talked to them, especially the rooster, every morning. They sold the house and moved to a spot in the country, better for the chickens, but I miss them.
ReplyDeleteMany municipalities around here allow chickens, but only a small percentage of those allow roosters.
DeleteMy neighbors at the end of the cul de sac have chickens. I can hear them rejoice when one lays an egg. I took them some mealworms a month ago. They gave me some of their eggs back near easter. I hope your church girls have names?
ReplyDeleteIf they have names no one's told me them yet.
DeleteI've mused over having Chickens here at the mini farm...Dawn the Bohemian
ReplyDeleteI think it would be the perfect fit...but with everything on your plate right now it might not be the best time.
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