Well, just like that, our flock is over a year old! Time has turned these little chicks into full-blown hens. I still love watching them peck around their enclosure, preferably from the comfort of the hammock I’ve hung in a nearby grove of trees. Chickens are goofy little creatures, but — being the analytical person I am — I see some life lessons in their silliness
- Don’t invent problems.
If there’s one thing my gals love, its drama, drama, drama! They complain constantly, clucking, flapping, squawking. It’s like The Bachelor rose ceremony meets the Real House Wives of Wherever meets a college sorority all day every day.
Right now, two of my ladies are broody, which — for you non-chicken-people — basically means they are trying to hatch imag…