Tuesday, May 11, 2021 (15 days before May’s “Flower Moon” rises fullest to Earth)
I brought home five chicks, days-old, each a different breed. Surprised myself, had sworn against doing that, but my last and most favorite hen, Welsummer, still is with me. Now eleven years old–ancient for a domestic chicken–and very much alive, she’s well-feathered, energetic and thriving. Recently, she even managed to produce an edible egg.
Welsummer and I are close. She rushes to greet when I enter her space and follows me around. Yesterday, something was a little off. She seemed less interested in her beloved morning treats. Maybe that old lady is losing appetite, hinting at decline. I’ll watch her closely.
Deep inside me, possibly losing Welsummer became an energizer. I always have enjoyed this hen and want another just like her. On checking, I learned the breed won’t be available locally for a couple of weeks. But while in the store, I made the mistake of peering into the brooders. Baby chicks, so tiny, bitty wings, chirping. Every one, cute, irresistible, needing a home.
Many tell me how much they dislike and consider chickens not smart. I’ve an opposite perception, finding them very likable, with personalities and smarts. The difference probably has to do with one’s experience with numbers of chickens and their purposes. For example, a commercial enterprise producing bulk eggs and meat would be the opposite of a homebody’s small pet flock of birds. I’ve appreciated chickens, enjoyed their presence.
That’s why here begins a new story. One not yet complete, it needs one more chick. Today, Maybe I’ll find in nearby Redmond, my waiting tiny Welsummer.
Dear Friends: Attitudes reveal limited learning or real knowledge, the sciences can alter perceptions. Diana