A couple of weeks ago I did some sketches of the chickens. It just seemed like they would be fun to draw. I thought I might use them in my work, maybe potholders, but I haven’t had the urge yet.
Today our chicken Alice was killed by a hawk. I was sad, but I’d rather have chickens roam the farm and risk the dangers than keep them in a coop.
This evening, when I went to check on Winston (the rooster) and Meg (the hen) there was a third chicken in the barn. She was red like Meg but scrawny with a few missing feathers . Jon had gone to Gardenworks and surprised me by bringing home another chicken. We named her Fran, after my sister. Jon thought it was a good chicken name and I figured the chicken would have no choice but to grow into it. Tonight the three of them were sitting on the roost. Winston and Meg huddled together and Fran a bit away from them. It may take a day or two, but soon Meg and Fran will be clucking together and scratching around for bugs while Winston follows them around strutting and crowing .