In memory of my dear wee Henrietta and Brown, who have been nabbed by the neighbour's cat!
We still have one little family,
and they are a delight to watch.
The rooster is just as gentle and watchful as the mother
finding tidbits for them and chuck-chuck-chucking
and races across the yard to
break up pecking-order fights in his little harem.
Brown, the lowest in the pecking-order
would always tuck in behind him for protection
or behind my gumboots -
the sweetest of mothers
she'd wander into the kitchen if I was late with food.
Henrietta has even quietly watched tv with us.
We still have little Cheeky
who gets as headless as I do if she can't find the squeeking lost one
will fly at anyone and fluster about
and then settle down in a puff-ball of relief
when the quiet settles again.
The most beautiful sound in the world?
Chickens cheerily eating with their Mum.
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