Although our beloved chicken Minerva went to the Great Coop in the Sky a couple of weeks ago, a doppelganger is rising to take her place: One of the chicks Sage and I raised this spring is looking more like Minerva every day. In fact, Sage remarked that she looked like she’d swallowed Minerva. We’d […]
I thought Minerva was the Eternal Chicken. Older than my eight-year-old son, she strutted proudly through yard and garden year after year, her black, bronze, and gold feathers glistening in the sun. She could outwit predators and escape any enclosure, no matter how much my husband tried to heighten the fence and (literally) clip her […]
A few weeks ago, as Sage was sitting on the swiftly melting remains of his once-glorious snow fort, he learned a valuable life lesson: Happiness may indeed be a warm puppy, but a chicken can bring unexpected joy.
I’d heard of chickens having a pecking order before, but I’d never experienced it firsthand until one of my co-workers asked me if I would adopt three chickens. (They belonged to her oldest son, who was going off to college and unfortunately couldn’t bring them to the Ivory Tower.) “Sure,” I said. “I’ve already got […]
I’ve spent years trying to meet the standards set by my Amish neighbors’ gardens, so orderly and immaculate. I would start the year with excellent intentions, envisioning an equally orderly garden that would seem like a verdant quilt when I looked down on it from our deck. Each year I tried, and each year I […]
My chicken Feisty is engaged in yet another futile quest for maternity. This is her second “broody” period; she sits in the coop all day, stubbornly warming the unfertilized eggs beneath her. Taking them out makes no difference. There will always be another one, and darn it, she’s a chicken with a mission. She’d done […]
While Sage will never rival his Amish neighbors in country living skills, he HAS become a proficient chaser and toter of chickens. Even Minerva, our Chicken Matriarch, has resigned herself to being hoisted skyward and toted around the yard by enthusiastic seven-year-olds. However, Minerva isn’t always so resigned to her fate. From the time we […]