This is what you get when you become friends with your chicks
Our juveniles (otherwise known as “the littles”) are all doing well. They’ve grown tall and straight, and they have learned to stay in our yard instead of going into our neighbors. (Yeah for that!)
I make a point of going out to the backyard several times a day in order to talk to the flock.
“Hello, Charlie, who’s a good girl?”
“Where’s Ruud and Lilly?”
“Garfunkle, you’re looking rather dapper these days.”
“Zelda, carry on, old girl.”
Whenever I’m in the yard, the littles gather around my feet. I stroke their breasts and I pick up and cuddle the ones who will let me (usually the New Hampshire Reds – they LOVE to snuggle down in my arms.)
Last night, it was getting near dusk and the littles had started roosting on the top of what had been their playpen. Perfect for picture taking – I grabbed my camera and headed out.
I took this photo of one of our Barred Rocks. Do you see that intense look in her eyes? Seems she already had hatched a plan.
In a heartbeat, she flew up to my shoulder where the air was apparently clear. This is her chicken selfie. Settle down little chick.
And from there she popped down and sat on my phone. This may be the world’s first chicken toe selfie.
You see, this is what happens when you raise your chicks by hand. All of the sudden they get older, become brazen and do things like fly up to your shoulder for a better view or ask to drive the brand new car, because, well they should be able to, right?
All I can say is – settle down little chicks, settle down.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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