- May 7, 2010
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This morning I was putting my shoes on while I sat next to the back window. Sure enough, all my laying hens except the anti-social wynadottes were lined up along the window watching me. They were all hunkered down on their feet, almost like they were mimicking me. I looked down the line at the combs and waddles, all bright red. I looked at their feathers, all neat and laid back. I looked at their eyes, all bright and curious. And darned if the Americaunas and their beards weren't the cutest things.
As if on que, one Americauna leaned over and started cleaning something out of the beard of another. It was probably just looking for a snack, but I pretended it was actually concerned about the other's appearance. The Americauna sat perfectly still for a bit while the other worked it over. Eventually the hen at work lost interest and resumed staring at me through the window.
It was such a serene little moment I wanted to crawl onto my stomach, open the sliding glass door and just sit there with them for a few minutes, but alas... work was calling and I had to depart.
As if on que, one Americauna leaned over and started cleaning something out of the beard of another. It was probably just looking for a snack, but I pretended it was actually concerned about the other's appearance. The Americauna sat perfectly still for a bit while the other worked it over. Eventually the hen at work lost interest and resumed staring at me through the window.
It was such a serene little moment I wanted to crawl onto my stomach, open the sliding glass door and just sit there with them for a few minutes, but alas... work was calling and I had to depart.
