Things one rarely considers.

This morning I spent a bunch of time sitting in the bantam pen getting eaten alive by bugs and petting chickens. It’s a very peaceful place to hang out, because the little guys just sort of welcome you into the flock and go about their business in a way our big chickens do not. The ones that are highly interactive and friendly come over for a pet, and Belphegor the beloved kept asking to be picked up so I would rub his neck and while I was rubbing his neck, he would fall asleep in my hand, legs dangling.

Comments (0) | Life at the Manor — Andrea @ 1031 on 20 August, 2011

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