A Hen Named Helen

True story: I have a bunch of chickens, mostly hens and two roosters. But I have one special hen who started out as a black sex-link chick last spring (along with another dozen or so chicks).

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?

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  1. Patti McDowell

    On February 27, 2012 at 8:20 pm

    What a cute story of the love of a pet chicken named Helen! She definitely sounds smarter than your average pet, including dogs and cats! Thanks for sharing!

  2. Hotnews

    On March 8, 2012 at 2:41 pm

    Nice Articles..

  3. Brenda Nelson

    On March 12, 2012 at 10:50 am

    Sweet. I have kept chickens as pets too, they are awesome.

    My Cochins

  4. MaryLouise

    On December 5, 2012 at 11:40 pm

    Enjoyed your story…I too have had pet hens and a pet bantam rooster and his entourage. I might put a tale or two on my page.

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