This is a story of bravery. One day as my 12 year old daughter Jess was leading her horse back to the paddock a swamp harrier swooped down and took my little bantam hen. Jess yelled out at the hawk and threw a big stick at him, to no evail, he flew across the river with my little hen clutched in his talons. As luck would have it, or perhaps as a result of the hens brave attempts to struggle, the hawk let go and dropped the hen in the tea tree shrubbery on the other side of the river. Jess threw her leg over " duchess " the old grey mare and off they went , down through the back gate and set a cracking pace over a quarter mile that would put a quarter horse to shame. She found " chicken little " perched precariously above the river, all wet and cold with an eye missing and obviously in shock. Jess scooped her up, poked her in jacket and headed back to the house.
That was 4 years ago. Jess is now a beautiful young woman , as brave as they come and chicken little is doing what she does best, MOTHERING . In all honesty I didn't give her much of a chance when I saw her face all open and eye gone, but this is one tough little bantam.
That was 4 years ago. Jess is now a beautiful young woman , as brave as they come and chicken little is doing what she does best, MOTHERING . In all honesty I didn't give her much of a chance when I saw her face all open and eye gone, but this is one tough little bantam.
