Flock poems

allmychickens

Just'a small town girl
8 Years
Aug 4, 2011
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shes the highlight of my flock! she follows me on my routine walks! she makes me smile every day. This is my diego, i just want to say shes full of personality, curiousity and spunk. Everybody needs one of these adorable chunks.



But her big man L.C. is different you see, he is quite mean to everybody but me. I am the hand who feeds him and he knows that quite well. If anyone else approaches they will regret it and yell "this rooster is evil he made my leg bleed" I reply "hes a good boy, just doing his deed, protecting his ladies from all possible harm, even if that "harm" is your leg or your arm" once you give him a nudge he'll understand that your the shepherd and hes the lamb His personality is still quite great with his beautiful song and companionship trait.


This is fraggle green egg laying freak, when she sits on my lap she kisses me with her beak shes L.Cs favorite hen, well one of 3. She is a good motivator for the lazy poultry. She runs around with a gleam in her eye as if she were saying "I believe I can fly" she encourages others as they lay their egg without her the coop would be quite a drag.


This is coco a shy egg machine, we get an egg daily , early in the morning, shes afraid of hights and can barely jump down from her 3 foot perch what a clown.


This is fluffy the photo bomber, She lays Large eggs, Like a robins in color. She is nice yet not, I swear she has teeth, though she loves my sister she can't stand me.


This is little gal, tiny as could be, i wish she were showable 'cause shes so darn sweet. She sits on eggs whenever given a chance, her andL.C. are full of romance, Since she is the only bantam she gets picked on a bit, but she is very tough and eats her share of grit.



LETS HERE POEMS ABOUT YOU BIRDS!
 
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Here goes

This is Dayday, sweet as can be
She is great to lay eggs and loves to follow me
She also loves to fly, to fly out of her pen
as I just said, she is a very flighty hen.

This is Willow, my sweet little duck
She is the smallest one there, and does not have much luck
She has yet to lay eggs
And very small legs

This is Peyson, the man of the flock
He is not a chicken, and therefor does not bock
He is good to all humans, but not to all
For he loved to run, chasing Willow across the hall

This is my Peanut, my only mother
When everyone else was out playing, she sat incubating another
She hatched out 8 babies
Leaving one maybe

This is my ruebix, laying me eggs
and when I have food, she will sit there and beg
She was the first I ever got
And will NEVER end up in a pot

I think that is all of my big ones right now
Maybe later I'll explain that little tiny meow



Definitely not the best, but I did my best...
 
In one of my crazier moments, I made up this song. I call it "the Broody Song," it's sung to the tune of "Do You Hear the People Sing?" from Les Miserables.


Can you hear the broody sing?
Screaming the song of angry hens.
It's the sound of a broody that will not be "broke" again!
As she huddles on her nest,
As she growls, and fluffs, and picks,
You can tell she's made up her mind to raise some chicks.

Not the top roo in the henhouse,
Not a goat, nor sheep, nor cow.
Nothing can disrupt the broody,
Even if they did know how.
She's determined to raise her some chickies, she's doing it now!

Can you hear the broody sing?
Screaming the song of angry hens.
It's the sound of a broody who will not be "broke" again!
As she huddles on her nest,
As she growls, and fluffs, and picks,
You can tell she's made up her mind to raise some chicks.

In chicken coop and backyard,
In barns across the land.
Broody hens have all decided,
To sit down, and take a stand.
The moment of raising a new generation's at hand!

Can you hear the broody sing?
Screaming the song of angry hens.
It's the sound of a broody that will not be "broke" again!
As she huddles on her nest,
As she growls, and fluffs, and picks,
You can tell she's made up her mind to raise some chicks.

After all the days of sitting,
The time of hatching is now near.
You can hear them softly tapping,
Muffled cheeping fills the air.
Their pipping, unzipping, and pushing and drying,
THEY"RE HERE!!!

Can you hear the broody sing?
Screaming the song of angry hens.
It's the sound of a broody that could not be "broke" again.
As she shepherds her new peeps,
As she growl, and fluffs, and picks,
You can tell she's made up her mind to raise those chicks!
 
Ok here goes……

Out from the eggs,
Scamper and cheep,
I feel I can't run fast enough on these tiny legs.

What's this I feel growing out of my skin?
Its a feather,
O my I wonder what I'll look like when they finish growing in!

I'm out of the brooder,
And into the coop,
I get to free range,
And tease the rooster!

I feel the need to nest,
I feel the need to squat,
I feel the need to sing,
I feel the need to rest!

An egg an egg, is what I laid
And the rent is paid!
 

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