Over my shoulder
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Here’s my new helper! It’s Lucky. In recent weeks she’s got into the habit of flying up on to my back, when I’m bending over in the croft hen house, scraping the floor, or whatever.
When I stand up, Lucky scrambles up to look over my shoulder, adjusting her stance and grip on my boiler suit as I go about my morning routine.
When ‘breakfast’ is served up, she’s off: her little wings flap against my ear as she launches herself over my shoulder, into flight, landing clumsily in the midst of the feeding frenzy.
In fairness we don’t know for certain that she’s Lucky. But it’s likely, because this pullet doesn’t seem to be close-knit into any social group.
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We have a Lucky also. She was given to my son when he joined my husband collecting our first lot of chicks from a farm back when. The farmer said to him ‘and one for luck’, and so it goes.
She certainly has character. It would seem that she’s determined to make her mark during her allotted 42 months 🙂
You have a pet hen! I had one once and she was a huge delight! Then a fox got her while she was pecking by my feet.
D > She’s the equivalent of a ‘pet’ lamb? She has a name only because of an accident of birth (as recorded on my post ‘Luck’ some months ago), but we carefully avoid any sentimentality about chickens. They get a good life, as good as we can give them, but whilst we don’t have foxes in the islands, we … how shall I put this … don’t have any chickens older than 42 months.