Today, I walked into the kitchen to find Gigs holding hen Cindy
while Claire was applying bright red fingernail polish to her nails.
She looks so cute strutting around Stillestead!
The hens are so adorable, and I love them, but they drive me crazy
at the same time. They poop on the walkway and porch
and dig up my spring bulbs.
I know, I know, I should put them in a pen or something,
but I also love that they are free-range and
eat all the bugs around my house.
Help me!
I love this poem by Jack Prelutsky
(This is so accurate!)
"Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.
They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me."
