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  • Chickens...

    I've known a few...
    I like the silly little things
    they eat bugs and give us eggs
    some folks like to fry them and bbq them
    and of course there is chicken soup for the soul....
    do chickens have souls?
    I went to one of those places once
    a factory farm for chickens..
    the horror the smell the sound the ugly
    all too much for me...
    I left hoping and with a prayer and tears
    that chickens feel nothing
    and I wondered....
    about humans
    and our deep denial of what we do....

    My neighbor worked at Zacky Farms...
    a chicken place
    and on occasion he would rescue one or two young ones that got free of their prison
    he would give them to me...

    I'd put them in the coup at night and set them free in the morning
    granted they didn't all make it back to the coup at night
    they didn't want to
    they wanted to roost in the trees like real birds do....

    Among them was a little speckled hen
    she imprinted on my Great Dane Daisy...
    the little speckled hen followed Daisy everywhere
    our farm birds liked Daisy....

    I had a weeder goose, actually I had 6, 3 pairs
    the first year I was here a neighbor suggested weeder geese would help me weed my garden
    so I got some right away!!
    I brought them home from Fresno and put them inside the garden gate
    came back a little later and my garden was just dirt....
    I laughed and laughed...
    what made me think they'd know the difference between one sprout and another?

    Our geese liked Daisy
    one big girl laid an egg in Daisy's dog house although she had a fine house of her own..
    mother goose guarded that egg with fierceness
    letting no one or nothing near but Daisy
    I didn't think it was a particularly good idea
    a dane a goose and an egg
    but I let it run it's course
    and some where around here there is a photo of Daisy, mama goose and baby, all looking out the door of Daisy's big old dog house......

    But back to the little speckled hen...
    this is, after all, a chicken story...

    Like I said
    farm birds liked sweet and lovely Daisy
    she was a big gentle girl
    when she would lay down in the grass that silly little hen would go to her and settle between her great giant paws....
    Daisy would lick it and lick it....
    till it was a very very wet hen
    a ritual?
    a little chicken dog spa?

    I'm not sure of Daisy's motives...why she did this every day
    maybe in the hope of getting all those feathers out of the way so she could get to the meat?

    I have a little story of a Rex Rabbit named Howie, who fell in love with Nilla, my Golden Retriever...
    I'll save it till rabbit stories come around...
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