And so it goes living in the country…
a traveling chicken with what I suspect to be some wanderlust found her way to our backyard. Given the high fence around this particular part of our property, she must have made quite an effort to get there. Scott thinks it’s because she was lured by the sunflower seeds I have out for the native birds.
Is a chicken’s sense of smell that strong?
We became acquainted with one another and despite her attempts to scamper away from my attempts to gather her in my arms, we soon enough spent the evening walking around the neighborhood looking for her home. She settled easily and nestled in my arms as I sang “Everything lil thing gonna be all right.” Each time I stopped singing, she raised her head and made soft little chicken sounds until I rekindled my Reggae musical genius that clearly can only be appreciated by the keen auditory senses of a chicken.
For my neighbors in J-ville. If you saw a woman walking down the road with a chicken in her arms, singing, well, now you know. It was I. And Rita. The name suggestion came from my bestie who I promptly called to tell all about my outdoor-country-living-connecting-with-the-wild animal planet experience.
And it was right about that time -walking with this sweet girl in my arms, her head nestled in the crook of my arm -I fell in love with this sweet chicken.
So while I hope we find Rita’s home (she is now hanging with a neighbor who has a proper coop), I sure do wish that Rita were some funky anomaly, a mysterious appearance, a homeless chicken looking for a family. There are plans in the works to build Rita her very own special chicken castle, a chicken citadel (Scott doesn’t know about that part yet) complete with hay or scratch or whatever chickens need to feel happy.
But because it’s the right thing to do – not necessarily the thing I want to do, I’m reaching out to my fellow peeps in J-ville. Do you recognize this beauty?
Life is life — whether in a cat, or dog or man. There is no difference there between a cat or a man. The idea of difference is a human conception for man’s own advantage.
I believe in animal rights, and high among them is the right to the gentle stroke of a human hand. ~Robert Brault