Family Photo Friday!

Family Photo Friday

While I normally say “Hold onto your hearts!” for the photos I share featuring my chickens, this one is more like “Stand back! This is one angry chicken!”

This is a photo of my boy Lefty the day he moved to a farm in the country. (This was because I can’t have roosters here in the city.) He definitely looks like he has been betrayed without any other chickens for company. Because he later looked so miserable and depressed, the next day I took Rudy to the farm to join him. (They now have their own baby chicks who look like their Dad. I will share that photo soon!)

When I look at this photo, I have a difficult time remembering this is really Lefty because in my mind he is always the curious, overly active little cockerel I raised from a fluffy little ball of baby chick feathers.

This reminds me how someone somewhere remembers each of us as our younger and more innocent self while seeing us as out future and better self…and we are loved just as we are right now.

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Family Photo Friday!

Family Photo Friday

Hold onto your hearts! This week’s photo shows my original six chickens eating their first watermelon ever on Independence Day, the Fourth Of July! It’s also the day Bessie got her name, or her “original” name, before it was changed.

The story of her name is what happened before this. It was one of those big summertime cumulus cloud afternoons. Good for a nice nap while whatever showers came our way poured down. We would have fresh watermelon after it was over.

I was awakened from my nap by the noise of wind blowing rather than rain on my metal roof like I was expecting. Suddenly I was alarmed and bolted up. When I looked outside, the wind hadn’t brought any rain, but it had blown over the end barrier on their chicken run. There were no chickens inside!

Hopefully you are seeing the irony of this being on Independence Day!

I put on my shoes, rushed outside, and counted six chickens, all safe and looking at me like I had lost my mind. I grabbed the first thing I could find, a rake, and frantically tried to herd them back inside. All I could think was, “I’m sure the neighbors are just loving this!”

Helpful Hint: You can’t herd chickens, but you can look extremely ridiculous. (I learned later you should actually just stay calm, act like it’s no big thing, and then attract them with a favorite treat.)

Bessie was the last one to get back into their run, and it took the longest time with the most coaxing and begging. She finally went in all by herself, probably more to get away from her bizarre Chicken Daddy than anything else!

Since it was Independence Day, it just seemed good and proper to name my most independent girl “Betsy” after Betsy Ross from American Revolutionary War fame. After a few days, it was changed to “Bessie” because that’s just a little easier to say especially as “Miss Bessie.”

Following our big adventure, we all enjoyed our cool-down, calm-down watermelon treat that holiday afternoon. We all definitely needed it!

Who is who? TOP ROW (Left To Right) Bessie, Leftie, and Gracie (all Buff Orpingtons) BOTTOM ROW (Left To Right) Rudy (Rhode Island Red), The Emperor and The Empress (both Brahmas)

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Family Photo Friday!

Family Photo Friday

Hold onto your hearts! This week’s photo is one of Amelia standing in her original Chicken Daddy’s foot. This was taken the day before she moved to my house. She and Emily are both “refugee chickens” who had to leave their first spacious rural suburban home due to zoning ordinances. (To have even one chicken, you must have at least 5.5 acres of land.)

Anyway, I wanted to share this because Amelia is molting and probably for the first time in her young life. At first, she acted as if she wasn’t sure what was happening to her, and I wondered if she was afraid something was terribly wrong.

It has been a challenge for her to get up into the coop each evening. She has always been the first and best flier. She wants to fly up from the ground like usual, but without any new flight feathers yet, she just can’t. Eventually after numerous tries, she will begrudgingly use the chicken ladder to walk up.

Yesterday evening, Amelia was too proud to use the ladder to go up into the coop. My words of encouragement weren’t helping. When the light had faded too much for her to see clearly, she gave in, reluctantly walked over to me, and let me lift her up. I think maybe she had worn herself out a bit.

But being the Amelia who I love, she had to give me a few angry clucks as if to say, “Don’t you realize I can do this for myself? How dare you treat me like I can’t fly up for myself!”

She and I both know this was all to keep up appearances in front of the others while she was really saying, “Thank you so much, Daddy.”

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I will do my best to post each Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Every “Like,” “Follow,” and “Comment” is truly appreciated!