Or maybe, in this day and age, they are becoming so. It is possible, I suppose, that more Americans own pet iguanas than they do chickens. Maybe the wild and unusual are becoming more domestic than the previously domesticated.
Anyway, the girl's chicken flock has grown right up this summer, and since they are more or less distinguishable from one another this time around, they have names. The Barred Rock, the beautiful black and white bird in this picture, is Rocky. For the girl, there is no reference to Rocky Balboa. But just saying this hen's name, well, doesn't it make you want to run up some steps while the funky horns play?
The White Leghorn is named Peck, and the Black Sexlink is named Falcon. The kids are in love with these birds. Honestly, I've missed having chickens more than I thought I would. They are truly very entertaining, and so far, have laid three tiny little eggs. It's all very exciting.
But you can have freedom or you can have total safety. It's a pig eat chicken world out there (this is actually from a For Better or For Worse comic, see July 21st), and we all just have to learn to survive, right? I really hope that if one of these pigs, or a hawk, or something manages to get one of these birds, it happens while the kids are at school. It would be much uglier if there were young witnesses.
And that's the news from the Little Farm this morning.