My visit with my cousin would not have been complete without a trip to Debbie’s farm to meet Rosy, Daisy and Violet. Merrilu has long been a follower of my animal blogs but she had never met the girls in person. As we drove up to the house we saw an eager creature waddling her way to the car. Debbie said it was Violet, and sure enough, my little alpha chick was coming to meet us.
The chicken yard and enclosure is about 200 yards away, and it was quite funny to see my sweet girl leading the charge to the bag of grapes. We were easily able to get her to jump for them just like the old days.
Soon we spotted Daisy who had grown even more beautiful than before. Her color was vivid and she’d packed on a few more ounces of padding, making her look like a chicken pin-up girl.
Her added bulk didn’t stop her from making several athletic leaps for her favorite treat!
I’d always thought Merrilu and Daisy looked alike and sure enough, it’s hard to tell which is which in this photo.
Merrilu posed with Miss Violet as well. Both of these girls are very smart and feisty.
Try as we might, we could not get a good photo of Rosie. She kept zipping out of frame just as we clicked the shutter. I can attest that she is alive and well, and prettier and healthier than I have ever seen her. She let me touch her once or twice, but was in no mood to be caught and held. She too, jumped for grapes like her sisters.
Of course we couldn’t leave without a hug from my former foster chick, Scarlett. She’s turned into a lovely tame pet who lives near the house with her best friend Carlos.
She seems to see herself as a human instead of a chicken, so she hangs out near Debbie’s back door in close range of people and treats. 🙂
I’ll close this with a shout-out to my very good friend Debbie who is one of my heroes and mentors. I’ve learned much from her concerning sustainable, wholesome food and old-fashioned ways of living that have done me recent good. She’s also one of the champions of humanely-raised animal movement. If I were a chicken, I’d want to live with her. My girls are fortunate to have found such a poultry paradise. Thanks Debbie. You are the “Wind beneath my wings”. 🙂