That is such a beautiful picture. Thank you for bringing that girl to visit your mother, she looks so happy.
When grandma moved in with us after her stroke, she took such a interest in my chickens. She became my enabler and partner in crime. She was so curious about my incubator and how it worked. Did I need to set it, nope, but for her I did. I could have set just a few eggs, Grandma wanted it filled up so fill her up we did. Almost immediately she knew and remember what the temp and humidity settings were supposed to be, dementia and stroke be darned. If the humidity went one way or another by even just a single percent she either fixed it herself or hollered at me to fix it no matter the time of day. Grandma was a night owl, she had us move one of the recliners beside the table in the living room next to it so she could look in whenever she wanted. My wall was beat on many times throughout the night with her cane for me to come check settings when she could not sleep. We hatched out 36 chicks that time around, one of the best rates to date from it. I also had at the time my girls favorite nest boxes on the porch, just for her. Of course they chose to go broody in those boxes. If I failed to realize that before she did, she set them and dared me me to remove them. My hens took advantage. There was a reason after she passed last spring I really did not use my incubator and broke every hen from going broody. I needed a break.
Those last few months when she became bedridden and could no longer go outside on the porch to visit "her" chickens, I brought them inside to her. She had started to forget who we were at times but never forgot the chickens names. Whichever one she asked for, I would go out and catch and bring it inside for a visit. Owly was a favorite along with my silkies Branch and Poppet. Branch was a regular visitor. He knew the drill, and would settle in right beside her on the towel and just purr like a cat. The poor hospice nurses and aides, they never got to leave until they got to "meet" Branch. She always thought it was the first time even if it was the 30th. They were angels, those nurses. They told me if chickens made her happy bring her a chicken.
Gosh I remember those discussions - brings a tear to my eye.
But you forgot about bunny and her nesting on your chesterfield


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