So, today when I woke up I was the proud mom of five chickens.
John, Ray, Mu’Reigh, Wendy and Harvey.
But alas, life is always ALWAYS changing.
I got a text from a friend who “saved” a baby chick from 700 of her peers. This chick had a bloody/pecked on toe… and you guys, I hate to say it, but chickens are vicious at times. They are drawn to blood, they kill each other if there is blood involved.
This friend took the chick she named J.K. Rowling home in her hat! Too cute. She called and told me the situation and of course, I had to adopt her. I had to. There was no choice involved. I love her already.
I’m actually typing one-handed now, because she only stops chirping like crazy when I hold her…and she jumps right into my hand.
Needless to say…. I am in love.
Lou, the chicken lady