August 9, 2004

Can you find the chicken? One of my white hens disappeared so I started looking for her. Here she is looking down at me from small space in a stack of hay bales in the hay loft in the barn. I am looking up at her from a stall. She has found herself a safe spot to sit on a clutch of eggs. I hope she is successful because I would like some of her babies.

Friends forever. "Laura", one of my favorite hens ended up under the feet of a horse and was injured. I know from painful experience that if a chicken is sick, the others will kill it. So, she is in the "hospital" until she recovers. The black hen keeps vigil by her side most of the day. Before Laura was injured, she and the black hen could usually be found together; they were one of the first chickens to call this home so I guess they've formed a bond. The more time I spend with chickens, the more interesting they are. Who would have thought there would be any loyalty between these feathered critters?

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