Secure behind wire
chickens warble at dusk–
(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!)
chickens in their bloomers—
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!
underneath the holly bush—
hawk surveys the farm.
We had a visitor this weekend who scared the girls while they were playing in the yard…but all is well.
Spent plants cleared, chickens
devour fall weed-sprouts and
squirrels plant pecans.
Chicken (linoleum block print), Karin S. Wiberg, 2012
Two black chickens
hide in shadow—
sunlight lost each day.
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.
Two brown 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!
roll in the herb
garden, flipping the earth,
burbling, trilling their joy in good
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.
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.)
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.
Two fresh eggs!
Despite erratic temperatures,
chickens and flowers assure us
that Spring is on its way!
Margaret and Daffodil
For the mindfulness challenge at Writing Our Way Home. Thanks for the contemplation–and thanks for the fun!
The days are getting longer,
the chickens’ combs are redder.
Will we get eggs soon??
For the mindfulness challenge at Writing Our Way Home.
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.
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.