I love it when a chick of about six weeks of age stands on one of my shoes if I am in one spot, not walking. Thts the clue I am supposed to pick it up. Which I do.
I love the happy trill of snuggly chicks. It's such a musical sound.
I love when my most talkative hen walks with me, telling me all about her day. Hen gossip! We have conversations, honestly. "Buk buk buk buk buk." Oh, really? "Buk. Buk BUK buk.". No, she didn't!?!? "Buk buk bukbukbukbukbuk. Bawk!"
If I say, "Berk?" she will cock her head and look at me askance, then continue. "Buk! Buk bah buk buk bukbukbukbuk."
I love it when my dominant rooster Carl brings me gifts (which I cannot accept, but I still love the gesture). He is so cute and endearing when he offers me a small pebble or leaf, puts it at my feet, pushes it with his beak and looks up at me from his bent over position.
I love the gift of their eggs.
I love the way their feathers smell when I bury my face in them as I hold a chicken.
I love the bug free yard, thanks to their work!
I love the happy trill of snuggly chicks. It's such a musical sound.
I love when my most talkative hen walks with me, telling me all about her day. Hen gossip! We have conversations, honestly. "Buk buk buk buk buk." Oh, really? "Buk. Buk BUK buk.". No, she didn't!?!? "Buk buk bukbukbukbukbuk. Bawk!"
If I say, "Berk?" she will cock her head and look at me askance, then continue. "Buk! Buk bah buk buk bukbukbukbuk."
I love it when my dominant rooster Carl brings me gifts (which I cannot accept, but I still love the gesture). He is so cute and endearing when he offers me a small pebble or leaf, puts it at my feet, pushes it with his beak and looks up at me from his bent over position.
I love the gift of their eggs.
I love the way their feathers smell when I bury my face in them as I hold a chicken.
I love the bug free yard, thanks to their work!