Ok, no one's going to think this is a story to use on a poster for keeping chickens but.. actually it illustrates great parenting on my mom's part.
My parents moved here to Maine from MA when I was 2. They were city folks, but decided to have a big farm (Dad was also working full time). We had an enormous garden, and lots of animals running around. Even our pig was free range
. Anyway, I was little, maybe 3 or 4? My Dad went in to collect the eggs from the chickens. One of them must have been broody. She was VERY angry. I remember her flying into my Dad's face, attacking him. We could have been terrified.. but my mom explained that the hen was protecting her babies. I just remember thinking what a great mom, how much she must love those eggs!
The next real memory I have that stuck with me was a year or two later. The chicks had just started cheeping inside their eggs. My mom broke one open (I know.. I know. But I think she wanted to teach us something). Wow, a baby chick! We kept the little fellow under a lamp in the house. When it was warm and dry it went back to it's mom.
I knew I wanted some chickens, but this entire adventure hasn't really turned out quite like I'd thought. Maybe because I was little and my parents were too busy to hold chickens... I have no idea, but the chickens I remember really just kind of did their own thing, and ignored us. The chicks I have now (6 wks) are very interested in whatever we are doing. Whenever I hang clothes on the line they watch me, and talk to me. One girl loves to be held, a few others really seem attached to us (although they don't necessarily like to be held or petted, they stay under our feet whenever we are in the run with them). I'm loving those girls!
-Meghan