The same hen spotlighted in Wednesday’s Wordless post pecked the snot out of me this morning. She latched on to my finger and broke my skin and drew blood. This isn’t our first encounter, but she’s never drawn blood before. There are times I wish I could get away with that kind of response to someone messing with me. After she let my finger go and I assessed the damage, I subjected her to soft words and gentle petting. If you’ve been reading my chicken chronicles, you may remember our flock is just five months old. I can just imagine how ornery the offending hen will be as she ages if she’s not socialized a bit now. She will be a prime candidate for my dumpling pot at the rate she’s going. In her defense, she did shoot me a glaring, warning look as I approached her nest. If we have a broody hen, my money is on her.
My finger after encounter with Miss Contrary.
On a positive note…at least she didn’t grab my nose.
(I wonder if Alfred Hitchcock had chickens…)
Until next time…
The extra mile is never too crowded. ~ unknown ~