They promised me an endless source of eggs And calming gentle clucking in my yard From happy nesters with their drumstick legs-- But not that keeping them alive is hard! Two heatlamps for the chicks--since one must fail. Each virus spreads like rumor through your coop. Is 'grower feed' or 'layer' in this pail? Does that pale eye and wattle mean the croup? Find droppings spreading everywhere you look, And when you didn't, tracked inside your home. That bloody pecking wasn't in the book, Nor just how far afield escaped birds roam. A haze of feathers floats above the run. A blessed fox has called the project done. 8-Jan-2018 JNB
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
New Years' resolutions
We tried assigning each other three New Years' resolutions last year. One on my list was "write a sonnet about raising chickens." Another was to play more video games--and I've played twice as many this year as last (or 10 times, either works--I hope that counts). I bogged down on the story about a chickadee in a bowler hat, but I did get the sonnet written early on. Since it's about time to wrap things up...