I paid a visit to two of my favorite blondes last week. It had been a while since I’d taken a trip to Debbie’s farm, and she told me that Daisy was looking exceptionally lovely this spring! I was packin’ (grapes) so when I arrived and started speaking to my girl she fired her memory cells and prepared to jump for a snack.
Debbie’s other chickens have seen this routine, but they weren’t raised from young chicks to learn to jump for grapes, so at first they were oblivious.
Soon the little flock caught on and I was able to get a few of them to jump for a few grapes, but none had the professional skills of my champion chicken.
I wanted to hold her for a bit, but she was not in the mood. Debbie had an idea that if she fed them a special treat, she might be still enough for me to sneak up behind her and snag a short hug.
While Daisy filled her gullet, I snuck up and grabbed her.
She made the “mad chicken” sound. (You know it when you hear it) so I put her back down to enjoy her meal with her friends.
Debbie’s little flock is greatly diminished since the dog attack last year. Her remaining chickens all look healthy and beautiful and they really do have a fabulous chicken life. Her prettiest and sweetest bird is certainly my fat yellow girl and former backyard pet.