Last call (haiku)

Secure behind wire

chickens warble at dusk–

sunset fire.

(Yes, I like to write about chickens, but one could read this on a couple more levels…don’t pigeonhole me, people! My life is more than birds!)

Poof! (haiku)

Wind blusters,

chickens in their bloomers—

feather dusters!

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OK, I tried to get a photo, but this doesn’t quite do the image justice. Normally the girls look like they have matronly bloomers on. When the wind blows “up their skirts,” they look like feather dusters!

Close call (haiku)

Three-chicken alarm

underneath the holly bush—

hawk surveys the farm.

hawkWe had a visitor this weekend who scared the girls while they were playing in the yard…but all is well.

Black – September Heights – Day 21

Two black chickens

hide in shadow—

sunlight lost each day.

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Haiku Heights is hosting The September Heights, a haiku-a-day challenge with a daily word prompt to be used as a theme and/or in the haiku. Day 21′s prompt was “black.” Click through to check out more haiku or to add your own.

Egg (haiku)

Two brown eggs

in the nest box.

Ah, breakfast!

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Two eggs in the nest box!

Two eggs in the nest box!

Inspired by the theme at Haiku Heights 248. Well, it didn’t take much inspiration for that one. With three chickens, eggs are standard fair for Sunday breakfast, not to mention several other meals a week. Yesterday we spent most of the day on the Tour D’Coop and “Parade of Combs”—visiting chicken coops around Raleigh!

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Friday Night Bath (NaPoWriMo Day 5)

Chickens

roll in the herb

garden, flipping the earth,

burbling, trilling their joy in good

hygiene.

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Today’s prompt was from our host at NaPoWriMo: write a cinquain. This is a form I’ve not tried before. The sequence is five lines of 2/4/6/8/2 syllables, with 1/2/3/4/1 stresses in the respective lines. I guess it can be done completely in iambs, but isn’t required (which is good because I didn’t read that rule until I was done!). I found the cinquain more challenging than it looks.

Small Stones – January 28, 30, and 31 – Wrapping it up with chickens!

January 28

I’ve noticed some changes in the chickens since they started laying eggs.

  • They are all noisier, but Victoria squawks like the dickens. I can’t tell if it is related to egg-laying (“egg song”), if she sees predators, or if she is just cranky.
  • The Australorps, Anne and Margaret, do not stick together as much as they used to. We got them together when they were a few weeks old, so they have been sisters and best buds, sticking together and, for a long time, fearful of Victoria. They still get agitated when one disappears up to the roost to lay an egg, but when they are free-ranging in the afternoon, they wander further apart than ever before.
  • They have a funny new position they take when I try to pick them up. They used to run, skip and hop away, or they would be too intense eating something and not realize my hands were coming. Now they take this funny defensive position like a Sumo wrestler. They crouch (if you can call it that—they have pretty darn short legs) and cup their wings to hulk up. It makes me wonder if they are positioning to protect the “nest.” (I’ve tried to get a photo of this, but haven’t had any luck so far.)

January 30

We had our first two eggs for dinner. Hard boiled and sliced on our spinach salads. They were small and yummy–creamy and smooth, not as sulfury as store-bought eggs. But fresh eggs can be hard to peel when they are boiled–the white sticks to the shell. We will try steaming them next time.

first two eggs

Two fresh eggs!

January 31

Despite erratic temperatures,

chickens and flowers assure us

that Spring is on its way!

Margaret and Daffodil

Margaret and Daffodil

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For the mindfulness challenge at Writing Our Way Home. Thanks for the contemplation–and thanks for the fun!

Small Stones – January 10

The days are getting longer,

the chickens’ combs are redder.

Will we get eggs soon??

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For the mindfulness challenge at Writing Our Way Home.

The September Heights – Day 25 – Sleep

From the roost, chirping:

Where’s the ramp? The chickens are

up before I am.

Looking through the egg door to the nest box (where the shredded paper is) and the roost (the pole that runs down the middle). The ramp is to the right, raised and lowered by the wire right down the middle of the picture.

The chicken coop with ramp lowered. Victoria is the brown chicken and Margaret and Anne are the black ones.

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Haiku Heights is hosting The September Heights, a haiku-a-day challenge with a daily word prompt to be used as a theme and/or in the haiku. Today’s prompt is “sleep.” Click through to check out more haiku or to add your own.