That is a sweet poem CC thank you for sharing!I was reading an old text from the 1800s on raising poultry called, The Business Hen by Collingwood and found the following poem.
I LOVE THE HEN.
There's lots of folks that love a horse
About as well as they know how.
We ain't all built alike of course ;
There's them that do just love a cow
Above their wives. Some folks will sleep
When cows or horses have the talk ;
But start a word edgeways on sheep,
And see the way their tongues will walk.
And some folks sit up half the night
To sing the virtues of the hog ;
And I know folks uncommon bright
Who rub their love thick on a dog.
I have, as now I must rejoice,
No quarrel with my fellow-men
But of all animals my choice
Forever is the laying hen.
She ain't so big or yet so stout
As hog, or horse, or sheep, or cow,
And yet she knows what she's about.
She pays her bill that suits me, now.
So let them brag up all their stock
And satisfy themselves ; but, then.
Mv mind is made up like a rock
You can 't fool me, I love the hen !
Scg I wish I could have seen a video of your hen changing colors! WOW!
