Country Chicken Life (our story)

Ke11yMack

Chirping
Feb 21, 2020
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Sisters, OR
Took some nightclub photos today...they weren't afraid of my phone, but didn't find any specific need to get too close either 😄 So many face colors on the Wyandottes! I've also got my little scaredy bird Lucy to at least come close to eat..in the pic of my hand she's the one at the top of the photo.
 

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Ke11yMack

Chirping
Feb 21, 2020
41
233
56
Sisters, OR
Soooo much fun. They progress every day with personality. It’s funny to watch one learn to scratch for food, and now they all know how.
I had my first baby chick at 7 years old, where my grandmother would teach me responsibility and life every summer at her house. The baby chick would bond to heavily to me, it was amazing... following me on tiny legs all over the house. I remember my grandfather getting mad at dinner having to share spaghetti with my chick, and he’d swoosh her away and shake his head. We’d spend all day in the garden with my grandmother watching her pull weeds, and I’d scoop up earth worms for my little hatchling. I’d carry her around under my hair in a scarf. At the end of summer, she would fly home with me on the airplane to California in a little box and eventually become a part of the household of animals. Hand raising them like that makes them find weird places to nest tho... we’d have fresh eggs in the laundry hamper in the garage every morning. :love
 

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Soooo much fun. They progress every day with personality. It’s funny to watch one learn to scratch for food, and now they all know how.
I had my first baby chick at 7 years old, where my grandmother would teach me responsibility and life every summer at her house. The baby chick would bond to heavily to me, it was amazing... following me on tiny legs all over the house. I remember my grandfather getting mad at dinner having to share spaghetti with my chick, and he’d swoosh her away and shake his head. We’d spend all day in the garden with my grandmother watching her pull weeds, and I’d scoop up earth worms for my little hatchling. I’d carry her around under my hair in a scarf. At the end of summer, she would fly home with me on the airplane to California in a little box and eventually become a part of the household of animals. Hand raising them like that makes them find weird places to nest tho... we’d have fresh eggs in the laundry hamper in the garage every morning. :love
Wonderful memories to have :love
 
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