Cluck-cluck... Cock-a-doodle-do

I have no idea when I started liking chickens!! Maybe it was when I was given a pet bantam rooster when I was about 6 or 7 years old. Poor little critter died during a cold, cold winter. Or it could have been those 100 laying hens my husband decided we needed so he bought them from our landlady and we became egg farmers. Not that I liked them very much at that time. Dang, they were noisy and they'd peck at me when I tried to retrieve eggs from under them.

It could have been after my husband retired from the Navy and we settled on a farm in Alabama. He HAD to have chickens. There was this one stupid hen that found out how to escape the pen and there she'd be, waltzing across the back yard like she owned the place. So, I'd go out and try to catch her and she'd half fly/ half run away from me. One day I hollered SQUAT in her direction and lo and behold she settled her body down on top of her pointy little feet and stayed there until I picked her up and put her back in the pen. The children still tease me, years later,  about the hen that I trained to squat when I needed to catch her.

Along this period of time, my aunt gave me two white chickens that she had sitting in her kitchen. That began a collection. Now mind you, this collection is very small but I like my chickens reigning roost over my cooking area. I bought another one or two in Alabama. I love this hen sitting on her eggs and Mr. Rooster standing guard.

 I got a couple more in Virginia..another hen and rooster. Look at the red comb on that bird!!

 I like them for company as I prepare a meal. They know I won't cook them... and I know they can't become the main entree for us. Those kinds of chickens I adore.

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