Who knew
she’d take to chickens
like she did—
mere chickens?
(Oh, to hear her unabashed calls
“Chickens! chick,
chick, chick—ons!”
to see her care for them
and them, apparently, for her,
and to know even the old rooster
respects her).













Who knew
she’d take to chickens
like she did—
mere chickens?
(Oh, to hear her unabashed calls
“Chickens! chick,
chick, chick—ons!”
to see her care for them
and them, apparently, for her,
and to know even the old rooster
respects her).
Maybe we should collaborate on a book called: I Married a Chicken Addict.
I believe your wife and mine would have a lot to talk about. Great pictures!