It’s been a while since I have written about chickens and for some reason, I feel a gravitational pull towards this subject matter. Chickens must be in my blood (thanks mom). Plus, I had this cute baby chick picture that I wanted to share with you:
Isn’t this the cutest? He looks nervous but he also has that glimmer of chicken attitude in his eye.
Sad news has transpired since my last update. The egg that peeped, well that chick peeped it’s last peep. It had an unfortunate run in with water, but I must say that it’s short life was well documented, more so than most chickens anyway. His memory lives on…
We make sure to feed the chickens when we go out to the farm. I like to watch a two year old scattering chicken feed and singing “Old Mac Donald”!
We always have to watch out for the evil goose though.
Once I was attacked by a rooster. At my own house. My PARENTS caught it on video camera, which is a testament to how CONCERNED they were for me. Unfortunately the video hasn’t gone digital, so I can’t share it with you. Plus, SOMEONE recorded over a bunch of home movies when Star Trek Next Generation was going off of the air, so it might not even exist anymore. I guess they figured that the adventures of Captain Picard and Data were much, much more interesting/worth documenting than family home movies. My mother felt otherwise though…
Anyway, if you are ever attacked by a rooster here’s a tip: they tend to flap their wings a lot and peck whenever possible. The rooster that attacked me was going for my face. I just kept kicking it and screaming. Lots of screaming. Oh, and cover your eyes.
I still hate geese more. They don’t peck, they bite.