|Chickens coming out in the morning.|
The light red chicken made it her job to run out first. As I opened the door, she would leap out and then leap back inside.
One gray, rainy morning, when she came out and ran right back in, they all stayed inside. She had indicated to them that it was a cold, hostile, wet world. All I understood her to "say" sounded like wonderful throaty clucking noises. I had never really known how satisfying the sound of clucking is. When you read the word "clucking" in a book, it doesn't make clear how soft the sound is. It is most engaging.
If the light red chicken liked what she saw, I could hear immediate thumping noises which is how they sound flying down from their perch.
|Deciding what to do and collecting some seeds.|
|Picking up a few seeds and grubs on the way to the garden.|
One time the light red chicken brought everyone outside, and then went back in. I sat with my cat for about 5 minutes. When she came out again, I opened the big door and collected her freshly laid warm egg. I had that one for breakfast.
|Cleaning up the garden, an all day job.|