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| August 2012 |
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Subscriber Letters
This particular chicken is young and her head comb has recently just grown, dropping as it does to one side of her face, she has always appeared wary of people. But as time has passed she has followed in her chickensisters claw prints and became trusting of me. The other chicken, a little reddish Isa Brown both sit trembling slightly as they wait for us to stroke and caress them, telling them what good girls they are. The younger of the two had not yet layed an egg and was making a real curfuffle as she strolled around the garden earlier in the day. I put her back into her coop and she took herself upstairs to the nesting quarters. The little red hen was most curious and followed her, standing with her tail feathers peeping out of the door. She stood there like a little chicken statue for 45 MINUTES not uttering a sound until the black chicken had layed her first egg, announced it to the world with a loud cluck and they both vacated "the premises" in search of hidden delights in the garden. These creatures bring so much delight to an otherwise very ordinary surburban garden here in Melbourne, Australia. They are so worth having, not just for the lovely brown eggs the ISA lays daily but for their most delightful personalities. Strolling around the garden as if they own the place, often sharing food with the rabbit who also lives freely out there..their only problem is the forever wagging tail of my cocker spaniel!!!! Best wishes, Sue Ostroff |
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