Suddenly I heard a cheeping
Quiet, muted newborn peeping
Just outside the basement door
The hen I thought had gone astray
Was laying top a nest of eggs
And down-filled babies in the hay
Chirping on the doghouse floor
Now full of feathers, strong in flight
Braving winter's coolest nights
Seeking mom, whose gentle life
Disappeared one cloudy morn
One day soon they'll join the flock
My super-chicks, with waddled walks
To hopefully outsmart the hawk
A feathered life yet to explore
Most of the flock has found a new home - here they are their last jaunt together. The five that remain spend their day in the coop, terrified of the hawk that took my biggest rooster one afternoon. And soon the orphaned babies will join them. I'm hoping one will be as good a momma as theirs was.
I don't miss this guy...AT ALL...cranky roosters.
As much as I dislike winter, you can't argue with her sunsets.
