My kid (see profile pic), has tamed our orneriest pullet..... a leghorn, Purple Thunder. SHE has been spared the pot once she quits laying, as SHE is the one kiddo picked to be *his*.
However, this story is about my other *kid*, my 71 year old mom. When she was very young, her grandma raised chickens however, she hadn't been *in touch* with her food since she was about 10 or so, when her grandmother passed.
Mom is all of 5'2, has MS, CFS, Macular Degeneration, asthma and most of her eyesight is gone. She knew we'd gotten some chickens, but I don't think it really hit her until she came to visit us the beginning of August. Her surprise and delight, daily, puts a smile on my face.
She slips on my DHs muck boots damn near every morning to go out and feed the flock. She checks their nests up to 6 times a day, and STILL keeps a daily tally of how many eggs have been collected, and from which coop, and what colours the eggs are.
She has been pooped on, tackled by a chicken (although she said she *tripped in a hole*, I saw her get line backed by PT), learned how to ferment feed, helped to clip wings, mucked out a coop, dealt with an emo (broody) chickie, and then some!
You see, it's never too late to do something or learn something new.... and I couldn't be MORE proud of her!