- Feb 7, 2020
Me too! We've always had chickens since I was 4, and I always loved them. I never got attached until I was 6, to a BR pullet named Pepper. Sorry Odd, she had her name first! Lol.
I would be so flipping heartbroken if anything happened to them. I never thought I could love chickens this much.
When we planned on getting them, I was excited, and knew it would be fun, but this...
They pulled reluctant silly me into their strange, stressful, eggciting, crazy, and lovely world. Somehow I prefer their company to that of other people.
I mean, think about it. Sure, Mel’s a big stinking butt, but they don’t judge, lift your mood, and are wonderful company. And that first egg....
WOW, was I mad. I was on vacation.
I’m definitely a crazy chicken person.
She knew her name and would come when called, we never taught her this with treats. She sat on our laps for hours, was the cuddliest bird ever, knew when you were sad, and watched tv with us. She was the best. She died to a respiratory disease with about 20 of our other chickens. We had around 45 I think. I was too young to know much of anything, and dad just let it run it's course, (he didn't know much either). I was heartbroken. Since then I got attached to Cholula, a big fluffy buff orp pullet who was an awesome cuddler, and very talkative, Snowball, a white EE pullet who was the naughtiest but most comical chicken ever, and Dory, a Speckled Sussex hen who passed a few years ago. She was so curious about everything and always was in the way. She loved worms, tried to go to town with us by hiding in the van trunk (she jumped in hours before we left) and always seemed to know what was going on. She was really smart. ( I did not name her! My little brother did. lol) All the chickens I currently have are great too, but I just haven't gotten that "bond" with any of them yet.
Oreo is a butthead and somehow we still have her. She needs to go soon.