Dr. M and I have been adopted by a hen. She belongs to the boys next door, but she’s decided that she prefers our yard. This could have something to do with the amount of shouting & running around & trampolining in her yard. There are usually five or six kids being kids over there. Dr. M & I like those sounds of childhood.
Anyway, one or the other of the boys is always coming over to ask if we’ve seen their hen. And sure enough, she’s scrabbling in the gravel by the central air unit, or checking out the delicacies in the yard or shrubbery, or hiding in the shrubbery. We think it’s the most hilarious thing. We love our chicken! Especially since we aren’t really responsible for her. We just have to watch our step a bit.
We’ve decided that she’s a barred rock. What do you think?
Anyway, one or the other of the boys is always coming over to ask if we’ve seen their hen. And sure enough, she’s scrabbling in the gravel by the central air unit, or checking out the delicacies in the yard or shrubbery, or hiding in the shrubbery. We think it’s the most hilarious thing. We love our chicken! Especially since we aren’t really responsible for her. We just have to watch our step a bit.
We’ve decided that she’s a barred rock. What do you think?
