Now, my experience with chickens is admittedly limited. I've eaten them, sure. I've had a male chick in my classroom briefly (we named him "nugget" if that gives you any idea of how much of a fan I was). I've even seen them from a bit of a distance at friends' houses. But I just wasn't feeling the love.
Well, all that changed yesterday. The kid and I were going into my dad's back yard when we heard some rustling.
Little guy: "Hey, it's a chicken...in their yard!"
Little guy: "Look, a chicken."
And, by golly, there was, indeed, a chicken!
My little guy went upstairs to let them know and I set about figuring out just what to do about this lost chicken. I followed it around. It followed me around. I reach out to touch it. It scampered off. I got in its path. It let me touch its back. I was officially starting to consider liking this sweet chicken.
I decided to be very brave and put my hands on both sides of it. Everything was OK. I decided to lift it a few inches off the ground. Its legs dangled and everything was OK. I decided to hold it close to me. It settled right into the embrace. I was officially starting to fall in like with this sweet chicken.
I carried the chicken up to the house. My kiddo walked out when he saw that holding the chicken was totally possible. I handed him the chicken. He held the chicken in a gentle hug...and then it pooped!!! I was officially falling in love with this sweet chicken.
Jump forward a day and I'm sitting at the table and my husband and kid are designing a chicken coop for our back yard. I'M SO EXCITED!!!!
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