These hens are SPOILED. They have 5 acres on which to graze (although they stay close to their coop on about one acre of mowed lawn), they have a super-deluxe coop/run thanks to the Chicken God’s Man (I am the Chicken God), they get yummy treats on a daily basis. It might be sunflower seeds; it might be Japanese Beetles (yum!); it might be pumpkin. On cold mornings, it’s warm oatmeal.
In return, they give us endless entertainment, a not-insignificant amount of anxiety, and the best darned eggs I’ve ever tasted (really).
They chase our cats, run from our dog, eat our ticks, polish off our table scraps, and fertilise our garden. They are an ecosystem unto themselves.
They have the run of the property when they’re out, and watching them is a daily joy. My hostas have been razed to the ground, and there is chicken poop everywhere, but that seems a very small price to pay.
We live on a busy-ish country corner, and they have (so far) even stayed away from the roads. Cars often slow to watch them as they pass our house. (Updated to say HA. See this for the cause of daily heart attacks.)
Their antics are just to good to keep to myself, so I decided to share their stories. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.