- Jul 19, 2008
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I need someplace to spill my guts as I don't want to appear crazy to my friends (though my boyfriend luckily understands!). I lost 2 lovely hens this morning (Peep and Peck) and 2 (woostah and ba-gawk) are alive and untouched. I came out this morning and Peep and Peck were dead in the yard. There's a cat next door, so I think it was him, as they weren't eaten but had scratches on their face and body. Does that seem logical? (they're about as big as a loaf of bread now-i think 4 months old). Tonite I lost it as Woostah and Ba-gawk were looking for them at sundown and making strange noises I'd never heard before, craning their necks and looking around worried like.
I have learned from these lovelies that chickens are so much smarter and have more amazing personalities than I ever knew could be possible! They come up to me and jump up on my lap and let me pet them. Sometimes try to get up on my shoulder and up on the head, which cracks me up and makes me laugh out loud (and hope they don't poop in my hair!). Everytime I go outside they stop whatever they're doing (pecking, pooping, the usual!) and run to me with wings a-flapping, making me feel like a well-loved grain bin.
I miss those two hens immensely and I guess I'll get some more chicks later on, but right now I wish I could have them back. Thank you for letting me spill my guts (and a few tears, gads. I just can't stop. Please tell me I'm not crazy!)
I have learned from these lovelies that chickens are so much smarter and have more amazing personalities than I ever knew could be possible! They come up to me and jump up on my lap and let me pet them. Sometimes try to get up on my shoulder and up on the head, which cracks me up and makes me laugh out loud (and hope they don't poop in my hair!). Everytime I go outside they stop whatever they're doing (pecking, pooping, the usual!) and run to me with wings a-flapping, making me feel like a well-loved grain bin.
I miss those two hens immensely and I guess I'll get some more chicks later on, but right now I wish I could have them back. Thank you for letting me spill my guts (and a few tears, gads. I just can't stop. Please tell me I'm not crazy!)