We miss our chickens. We see them fairly often but it isn't the same as walking out to the chicken house in the morning and watching them flee from their confinement----a spectacle of legs, wings, and squawks, leaving feathers floating in the air. Or listening to their plucking grass and bantering back and forth. Yes, even Macho's gruff crow is missed.
I especially long for sitting outdoors with a bit of knitting while absent-mindedly watching our chickens interact with one another, listening to their chicken conversations. As much as it is amusing, it's just about the best prescription for stress relief----another lesson in simplicity. I know it sounds odd, but until you've tried it, you just won't understand.
We don't experience our "chicken therapy" on a regular basis any longer and I think both my kids & I are feeling it. We've found other distractions and sources of entertainment nearby but we still crave our chicken time.
Our "baby chicks" have begun to to lay, as well. Yes, our adopted Rosetta is an egg-laying champ, but our little girls haven't laid one single egg until this past week.
This past weekend, my Mom found a little miniature egg in the hen house. Imagine quail eggs and you have the idea of the size. Yesterday, another unidentified egg was found... We suspect this new egg came from one of our New Hampshires.
We will still find time to visit our chickens on a regular basis and very soon there will be many eggs to gather from the nests!
