Nuthin like a cool rainy day in July. I guess Ducky-baby is the only one of the flock who REALLY enjoyed rain on his iridescent green feathers. The girls endured with the temperament of wet hens, and Buffy--little gold Cochin rooster-- hid out in the shed staying dry. Eventually I put Buffy in the pen, closed the gate and let Sam (white Silkie rooster) out for his walkabout with the girls. He didn't think much of the rain either.
I talked to Bea this afternoon and enjoyed a conversation where if the topic turned to chickens, it wasn't weird. We discussed the terminology in local county ordinances that prevents folks from keeping chickens as pets--companion animals only. Exactly what defines a companion animal? My girls are as companionable as most dogs. As much as I love Tyson--the crook-tailed little cat I hand raised--she is hardly companionable. Cats want service not companionship. They get that on their own terms.
I think I'll go out to the shed and enjoy the companionship of the flock--all snuggled on their perches for sleep--each in the place the flock agrees on. It's peaceful out there on a cool night when the traffic sounds have died down. I love hearing the girls sing themselves to sleep. The smell of clean pine shavings and straw is cleansing--like being in deep woods--deep woods that are occasionally pelted with a plop of chickenshit.
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