I laughed when I saw the prompt for the One-Minute Writer today. I use to raise chickens when i lived in Illinois. The above picture is of General one of my bantam roosters he is looking in at his girl Sofie and their brood of 16 babies. His brother wasn't far away I am sure and they were nearly twins in looks the only difference being their combs.
I do sometimes miss living on the farm it was quiet and usually easy going. I love chickens they can be fun to watch and then there are the eggs although bantam eggs are pretty small. Chickens aren't the smartest of God's creatures especially hens. Roosters are smarter as they look after the hens and protect them. Ours free ranged except when the hens were raising a brood then that girl was kept in the coop and pen.
Herding...Never knew roosters did it until I saw it. Every evening Sofie would not go to the coop when it would start getting dark outside. So General and Sarge herd her into the coop and then stand guard outside the door until it was nearly dark and then they would go in so I could lock the door.
So the word chicken brings back fond memories.
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