The day I met my chick homeys was a glorious day on the farm. It is so nice to make new friends.
The cooped up chicks, along with their handsome beau, burst through the door of the hen-house. They gleefully clucked their way out into the warmth of the sunshine. Mr. Studly kept a watchful eye on me, aka, the new chick in town.
I was noticed by one chick who admired the colors of my boots standing out in the dirt. I fit right in. There I was, the star of the show. These two ladies adored my boots.
I must admit, I was styling. Before I moved away from the door, it was clear I was meant to make friends fast.
Poke, poke, poke…does it hurt?
Nope, it tickles.
Meanwhile, I glanced over to the right and saw Mr. Studly busy making friends in his own poke style – an afternoon quickie with a cute little chickie.
As I moved to a new spot, my friend joined me. Chicks know when competition enters their turf. Her boots momentarily took the stage before she headed off to gather the prize-winning golden eggs. That authentic bucket is to die for – I was envious of the stash, so I soon turned it to cash. Heck ya, I bought a dozen – farm fresh eggs are the best!
While my friend gathered the eggs, I kept the chickies entertained. I almost felt like I might need a mallet to scare them off, as they ferociously continued to poke away at the flowers on my boots and my legs. But, it was best to just stand still and give them what they wanted.
No poke joke folks, I am a superhuman chicken spoke.
Post inspiration: Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Spoke
I’ve been buying farm fresh (organic) eggs for some time and I will tell anyone they are so much better than the regular store bought. Yes, more expensive, but well worth it. And I love to visit the farm, especially when there are baby goats and pigs and critters all around. Warms my heart.
I agree with you! I love to visit the farm too. I did get to see baby goats and kittens, too, definitely a heartwarming adventure. Stay tuned, they’ll probably show up here on my blog soon! 😉
I love to see farm animals running around and being happy. Glad you could provide some entertainment for each other!
Thank you! It was an entertaining day :-)!
Maybe the chickens miss the flowers and your boots are really cute!
I think they do miss green and colorful things! Thanks, I love my garden boots. 🙂
I love them too! 🙂
Thank you!!
You’re welcome, Shelley! 🙂
True to my city upbringing, I know nothing about chickens, so here are some dumb questions Wiki won’t even stoop to answer:
a) How many eggs does a hen usually lay after the rooster’s been there?
b) What % of chicks are usually boys?
c) Is there a word like “litter” that applies to chickens?
d) Are all eggs fertilized, i.e. humans have unfertilized eggs sloughed off every month: do hens?
e) Are all male chickens roosters? (I know, I know)
f) How many hens does the average rooster “pollinate” at a shot?
g) how often is a rooster introduced into a henhouse?
h) How long after the rooster’s been there does an egg appear?
And thanks, Shelley. I’d no idea I had all these questions about chickens!!
LOL, Ellen, you’re the best! I didn’t grow up on a farm either, so I’m just as clueless on the chicken facts. Other than they like my boots. Mr. Studly is really only for looks in this cluck of hens. He’s purely aesthetic from what I’m told. The hens lay 1-2 eggs every day as proof in the basket. These chicks are in the coop every night and let out early afternoon after they lay their eggs. That’s about all I know…maybe we’ll have another expert stop by to shed some light on the subject! PS – great to hear from you, I’ve missed your witty replies!
All the more admiration from me for your embarking on something you knew nothing about. So I assume these are unfertilized eggs they lay every day, the dears. It just occurs to me: we have a farmer’s market across the street here starting in the warmer months. I’ll ask the dairy lady!
If you learn something new, do share! I had one of the eggs for breakfast, and it was delicious!