The Chicken Chronicles

The Chicken Chronicles Chicken guardian, one joyful calling. Personalities, and pecking order. It is now easy to say, I’ll always be, crazy chicken lady. It all started during the pandemic. The need for protein, space, care, had one day old chicks, the 5 amigos, home to great feline curiosity. Quickly outgrowing their plastic crate, No building materials, Their new home was born of scavenged things, And so the journey began. Chicken guardian, one joyful calling. Personalities, and pecking order. It is now easy to say, I’ll always be, crazy chicken lady. Learning homestead natural chick keeping, Growing, drying, feeding herbs. A healthy flock, free ranging fun and feed. Growing from fluff ball to feathers. The first tentative steps on soil and grass, Tasty plants and bugs abound. Oh my, the first eggs, smaller than pee wee. Time to grind up eggshells for calcium. Chicken guardian, one joyful calling. Personalities, and pecking order. It is now easy to say, I’ll always be, crazy chicken lady. Over the years since it all got started, Chickens have lived and moved on. Oh my, tea with chickens, is peace and joy. Barred Plymouth Rock, Columbian Rock X, Entertaining things that laying hens do Oh my, when they talk or sing. It is pure joy and much jubilation, In the chicken yard, their coop or the shed. Chicken guardian, one joyful calling. Personalities, and pecking order. It is now easy to say, I’ll always be, crazy chicken lady. I’ll always be, crazy chicken lady.