I never see it coming.
I’ll be going along minding my business, when out of nowhere I’ll develop a kinship with one of the critters, and it’s always the one I would least expect.
Not the sweet, loving, shy birds that most people would like. Not the cuddly ones that demand attention and follow my every footstep.
The ones that are drawn to me like magnets, and I to them, are the most crazy birds that clearly have some sort of mental illness.
The birds that see me coming with chicken food and jump and flap six feet into the air to peck impatiently at my hands.
The ones that run and fly 25 feet across the yard while screaming and yelling only to land head first in a rusty bucket.
The ones that look down on the option of roosting with their flock mates and instead choose to sleep perched on a two inch corner of a weed whacker hanging on the wall.
These are the animals to which I become attached.
The weirdos. The loners. The outcasts.
We find comfort in each other because they know I’m one of them.
The bizarre chicken lady that will witness all of these oddities and just smile and take a picture.
Here’s to hoping I’m not the only one…
LOL…Yeah…You’re definitely not alone in this. I wonder though…aren’t *all chickens bat shit crazy?!? 😉
They really, really are….
Hi!!
I found your blog late last night after searching and reading everything I could find on detached air sacs in shipped eggs (have some Tolbunt Polish that I want to hatch more than anything♡♡)
Anyways, went back to the beginning and have read every post about your flock and working my way through the rest.. just wanted to say I love it and you are now forever in my “favorites”..
I play around with art, most of it hangs on my parents walls..lol..but I did sell a few pieces way back when..now my days are spent on the farm taking care of all the critters, homeschooling my 2 children and enjoying the simple life..
I can not wait to read more of your adventures 🙂 Thanks for sharing !!
Btw, my very first breed was Silkies.. unfortunately we had a predator issue last summer and I rehomed all of my birds except a few layers and am starting over with my littles in the bator now..Silkies, Polish, Silkie/Polish crosses, a few banty game birds and some RIR and EEs out of my own girls..They are the sweetest but my favorite girl in my flock is a teeny tiny black banty that was supposed to be Dutch..she’s not but she now has 2 daughters and a matching lil’ roo and I will be hatching some of her babies when this set is done.. she loves me and will do anything to roost on me..head, shoulder, back..she don’t care at all…lol
Hi Bobbie Jo,
Thank you so much for the lovely comment! I feel bad that I haven’t been writing too much lately, teaching is keeping me very busy! It’s great to meet another artist homesteader, I wish you all the luck in the world with your hatching adventures. We find that we learn more every time we do it!
Every last one of my girls is a lunatic. And they don’t give a shit. One day, I’m gonna live like them… all wild and crazy and not caring. But those extra quirky ones (I have one who human screams at people she doesn’t know), they are the ones who end up on the sofa with us watching a movie or in my lap while I knit out back. Weirdo chickens are certainly endearing.
Hahaha yes they are! If they weren’t weirdos they’d be so very boring!!