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Happy Birthday, Mes Poulets!

February 1, 2012

Dear Chickens,

You are all one year old today. You have graced us with your presence, with your nutritious sustenance, and your hilarious antics in the yard for a whole year. You have offered us unending entertainment as you have torn up the beautiful flower beds so well maintained by the previous renter with your dirt baths. You have blessed us with little presents of poo as our boots make our way from our spotted poo yard into our spotted poo mudroom (thank God for mudrooms. Ours should be called poo room). You have given us good reason to have an easter egg hunt when it wasn’t even necessarily easter, since you recently have chosen to hide your blue and green eggs across the farm, in the llama hay and in between piles of old wood in the field. You have redefined free range to mean that we humans are blessed with free range of your yard. You have so lovingly complimented me on my meticulous planting and growing from seed of the most wonderful and rare heirloom tomatoes by eating them all green on the vine. You have raised your first batch of young ones hatched from eggs, and welcomed them lovingly into your tight-knit flock (I’m sorry I will have to eat them all, since the good luck of the lot was that they were all roosters…). You will undoubtedly molt soon, loosing all of your young feathers to get your adult ones, cutting back in egg production in the process. You have lived approximately one fifth of your blessed existence already, deemed so either by your domestication or your evolutionary creation. You, my friends, are deeply loved, all 26 of you. Your trailing behind me to the spicket for water, begging me for scraps of carrots and parsley always make me smile, just as much as your bickering at night over who gets which spot to sleep in up on the roost. You are a motely crew, and you have proven that diversity wins out over the old axiom birds of a feather flock together. In your outward differences, spotted, striped from Egypt, fluffy-faced and colored-egg from Chile, black and brown from the USA, you have rewritten the axiom to be that birds of many feathers flock together, and are the happier for it.




2 Comments leave one →
  1. gram permalink
    February 1, 2012 8:16 am

    Hara, I loved it!

  2. February 1, 2012 11:22 pm

    Miss you my chicks… and your eggs!

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