At the beginning of the summer, I had a happy little flock of thirteen chickens. On nice days, they, Chico, and I would hang out in the yard.
Then, all over my rural neighborhood, the bears started making problems in chicken coops. Last week, they made a problem in my coop. In fact, it was a slaughter. The remaining six chickens are going to a safe house tonight. Maybe some day they can come back, but for now, it just isn’t working here. I’ll really miss them. Many people believe that chickens are stupid. I know I used to. Real chickens, the so-called heritage breeds, are bright and a real delight to watch. Oh well, they won’t be far away and I’m sure I’ll be able to visit them if I want to.