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Out the kitchen door

There’s something surreal about watching a small group of chickens. I think it’s an evolutionary thing – they’re constantly swivelling their heads to look around. But there’s a rhythm to it: one looks up while one looks left, then this one looks left while the third one looks down. It’s like a poultry Bob Fosse dance routine.

Downright hypnotic.

That, incidentally, is out the kitchen door. Sooner or later, they all discover the kitchen.


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: June 25, 2019, 9:11 pm

“Sooner or later, they all discover the kitchen?”

That phrase has some rather dark overtones for a chicken, don’t you think? 🙂

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: June 26, 2019, 1:34 am

They’s kinda rough on the patio furniture though. I’d keep the screen door latched.

Comment from peacelovewoodstock
Time: June 26, 2019, 12:04 pm

Chickens fascinate me, I literally could watch them for hours.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 26, 2019, 9:27 pm

That’s an old busted chair, Deborah. And there are no screen doors in England. Weird, huh?

Yeah, I watch chickens for hours on end. Balm to the soul.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: June 27, 2019, 2:09 am

I think you made a short video for us years ago, of your chickens burbling; we all liked it 🙂

No flies, wasps, or skeeters in your little corner of the world? I love screen doors, especially those from the 1950s, with modern aluminum artwork—cattails were a popular theme, and fern fronds.

Comment from unkawill
Time: June 28, 2019, 2:31 am

The neighbours keep chickens. We had a thunder storm a couple of weeks ago that took out a tree on our fence line, thus breeching said fence. They love having new territory to explore and I’ve enjoyed having them. Used to keep chickens when I was a kid because we had to. It’s nice to have them around Plus they eat bugs. I have a huge yard and they have a bigger space. Win Win Baby!

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