We have a lot of chickens on our farm. A lot. Like, around 30. Now, this number includes 17 chicks, and we
also lose a few chicks during their short childhood. Things happen: hawks; raccoons; jealous,
murderous hens…
Yes, it’s true.
Having chickens is a soap opera.
Who knew they were so dramatic?? And
human??
We’re a progressive, open-minded farm. We have a single father who raised his dead
lover’s child to adulthood. Said child
turned out to be another rooster and abused his adopted father until he was
injured in a little accident we don’t talk about. (Trust me.)
Now he just hops around on one leg…
We also have a couple of hens who are co-parenting three
chicks. Apparently, they didn’t know
whose eggs were in the nest, so they took turns sitting on the eggs, sometimes
even sitting together. Now they are one
big happy family, except for the occasional arguments over how to raise their children. You know how women are – they always think
they are better mothers than anyone else.
There’s also Blondie, our favorite. She’s our single mother who can’t afford
birth control – 18 chicks hatched in one day!
She’s down to 14 now, but they are big and healthy and about to leave
the nest. She could teach some humans
about raising children.
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