Helen is not your typical bird brained hen. Oh no. She follows me where ever I go. She runs to me and crouches down to be petted and some days she wants to be picked up. She snuggles her head against my neck. She got her name because… well, she was always giving me “hell n stuff”. Little did I know back then that she wanted to be friends!
So, friends we are. Her clucking sounds are different from all the others. As soon as she hears my voice, she runs to me just as fast those little chicken legs will carry her! Then she lies herself down to be petted, all the while making sweet little crooning sounds. Helen has also been known to announce when she has laid an egg … and not only that: she lays it on the front porch!
I’m not sure how I became so blessed with this special girl. She may have been one of the pullets that dogs attacked early on and I brought indoors to nurse back to health. It’s hard to say. Back then, they all pretty much looked alike. And regardless, that pullet only spent a couple of days in the infirmary before being let go outdoors once again. I really can’t quite figure it out myself.
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A few months ago, during an especially cold spell, I lost another couple: Fuzzy and Wuzzy. This is when I discovered that (some) chickens truly are bird brains. These two had made a ritual of sitting atop the heat pump to roost at night. Of course, the air blows up from it whenever the furnace or central AC is running. During the summer, that air probably feels pretty nice. But with subfreezing temperatures, I am afraid it was like being in a deep freeze. The next morning, there lie Fuzzy and Wuzzy, side by side, frozen. They hadn’t budged in the night.
But Helen… like I said, she’s not your typical bird brained chicken. She’s got spunk! And personality to boot! If Johnny Carson was still around, I am sure he’d love to have Helen appear on his Late Night Show. But alas, Helen arrived too late.
Hmmm…. maybe Jimmy Kimmel would like to meet Helen?