The last thing I do at night before I go to sleep is go hang out with 'the girls'. I sit in their house (it's really late.. like 2am... don't ask!), and give them treats. They peep to me, and sit around my feet talking. I love to watch all their different personalities develop, and who is walking around with whom.
The first thing I do in the morning (with my ds, who adores them, too) is open their henhouse so they can come out for some sunshine. Hubby calls from work and asks about 'the girls'. Their coop is right next to my garden, so I get to listen to them talking while I weed, and they like to sit and watch me.
I adore them! A few of them really like to be held (although only Sally hops into my lap), and love to be cuddled. I kiss them too! What I find absolutely, staggeringly amazing is how much they TRUST me. Do they love me? who knows. But they certainly listen to me, make eye contact with me when I talk to them, do to a certain extent seem to recognize their names (honest! They don't come to me LOL! But they do look up at me for their own 'special word'), and seem to enjoy my company. My mother told my group that they don't act like chickens!
I love them. It has been completely different than I thought it would be. Why the heck did I ever think at some point I could EAT one of them? Kill to feed my starving family.. sadly I think I would still do this if I had to. But I would have to leave the table hungry, and go outside to cry and cram my mouth with grass and unripe berries.
-Meghan
The first thing I do in the morning (with my ds, who adores them, too) is open their henhouse so they can come out for some sunshine. Hubby calls from work and asks about 'the girls'. Their coop is right next to my garden, so I get to listen to them talking while I weed, and they like to sit and watch me.
I adore them! A few of them really like to be held (although only Sally hops into my lap), and love to be cuddled. I kiss them too! What I find absolutely, staggeringly amazing is how much they TRUST me. Do they love me? who knows. But they certainly listen to me, make eye contact with me when I talk to them, do to a certain extent seem to recognize their names (honest! They don't come to me LOL! But they do look up at me for their own 'special word'), and seem to enjoy my company. My mother told my group that they don't act like chickens!
I love them. It has been completely different than I thought it would be. Why the heck did I ever think at some point I could EAT one of them? Kill to feed my starving family.. sadly I think I would still do this if I had to. But I would have to leave the table hungry, and go outside to cry and cram my mouth with grass and unripe berries.
-Meghan