I love all of my pets but I am not sure what it is about my chickens that makes them my favorite. Yesterday, I spent some time just sitting with them near their coop.
Here is what I love about them.
First off they are just so pretty to me. I also suspect chickens are a lot like us women and we can relate to them. Whenever I head outside they follow me always talking. It is this sweet little bur, bur, bur bur. Just chatting telling me the happenings.
Unless they are resting, they, like us women, are always working. This area around an old orange tree used to have the hardest compacted soil. Now we throw some grass clippings down there and they just scratch and peck and the most wonderful layer of divine mulch surrounds the tree now. It is greener and full of leaves than it has been in years.
They are tolerant of the outsiders. If you don't bother me, I won't bother you. I am lucky that even my big dog seems to just ignore them. Of course, I don't leave her alone with them but she has been found out back with the chickens and just seems to ignore them. The little chi however hangs around them and has chased off neighbor cats. A wonderful guard dog for them.
They take daily baths and always keep themselves so pretty. They have made a pit for dust baths under this slide. Perfect spot as no one can trip in it and it is sort of hidden.
They have never bothered their fall flowers. They appreciate beauty too! Wink-wink. I wanted to cover the coop a little from the rains and decided to use the old umbrella I was going to toss. For now I just leaned it over the coop. Helps keep me dry when I lift the lid on the laying box and gather fresh eggs for my favorite breakfast. There is just something about taking a warm, just laid egg into the kitchen and cracking it right into the frying pan.