I miss having chickens. We had a flock of them for many years when we lived out in the country. When the boys were small I'd go out after dinner to feed them and I'd often stand and watch them. I'd pull weeds from the garden to give them as extra treats and listen to their gentle clucking. It was as if they were singing or humming softly. It was a wonderful end to the day.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Chickens
I miss having chickens. We had a flock of them for many years when we lived out in the country. When the boys were small I'd go out after dinner to feed them and I'd often stand and watch them. I'd pull weeds from the garden to give them as extra treats and listen to their gentle clucking. It was as if they were singing or humming softly. It was a wonderful end to the day.
