You know, what's weird, is here it is in Missouri, snowing like crazy, and my favorite porcelain pullet decides she's not going in the coop tonight, and I find her under the coop perching on the little plastic swimming pool I throw sand in for them to play in. I couldn't decide if she was just plumb crazy, coming down with something, or didn't want to get her feet all snowy. Come to think of it, it hadn't started snowing when I let them out this morning, but that sure changed at noon. Of course, I scooped her up, scolded her gently, calling her a silly little hen, gave her a smooch on her little head after warming her up under my coat, and made her snuggle up with my favorite rooster who is the low man on the totem pole.
Okay, can we say I'm totally crazy about my d'uccles? Please tell me I'm not the only one who baby talks to their chickens.........