Lauca adores these two hens. They have special privileges at my mother’s house – promenading around her garden while their colleagues remain in a large, but none the less fenced, chicken run.
Lauca hand feeds them grated cheese and helps them find one another when they become separated in the garden. She has also been known to take them for rides with her on the rocking horse.
Why don’t hens feature more in art work, they really are quite picturesque?
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Adorable! If she’s at all like I was, she’ll love the chooks well into her teens.
‘Why don’t hens feature more in art work’?
Because of those creepy feet. Who wants feet like that appliqued on a bag from etsy?
Hens feature in plenty of art, it’s just that it’s the stuff the likes of you and me tend to dismiss as “country cottage”. There really ought to be more chook art, particularly of Frank, the chooky favourite at our friends’ house. Poor Frank is the chook who gets confused moving from one area of the yard to the other. I swear their labrador rolls his eyes at Frank.
I have a back yard flock of hens, a few leghorns, Rhode Island Reds, Plymouth Rocks, and a few Speckled Sussex, but only a few are friendly. It’s a work in progress, they are beginning to eat out of my hands. They are all beautiful though, including their feet!
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You know, from my “expert” experience it takes a fair bit of confidence and bravery for a kid so young to hold chooks, even when they are tame and she’s used to them, so – Bravo Luca!
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