Friday Chicken Blogging

Is that a camera?! Can I see?!

When Daughter Number Two and I went to Odds Farm the other day, I expected to be enchanted by the sheep and the cows and the goats—and I was. But I was especially moved by these hens. When I walked past their large, grassy enclosure, they raced to the fence to greet me. Normally I'd assume they were expecting food, but visitors aren't allowed to feed the chickens here. No, they were genuinely curious, as I discovered when I knelt down to get a better look at the beautiful, warbling creatures.

They stuck their beaks out to investigate the black clicking thing in my hand. You'd think they were considering the purchase of a new Nikon and wanted to get a better look at its features.

They're such responsive creatures, so sensitive to the world around them, it hurts to think of them in cramped cages where they can't turn around.

For more photos of the exotic breeds of chickens, go below the fold.

The pen said "Poland chicken". Reminds me of somebody.

Mr and Mrs Poland Chicken

I really envy this one her patterned feathers.

 

This lovely rooster wants to make sure I get his good side.

Comments

[lkf]

umm I think they still expected food....

[KathyR]

Is Mrs. Patterned Feathers wearing a bustle?