Chicken Little or Henny Penny?

The stray chicken is back. Actually, she’s been pecking around the house ever since the lately departed Osa tried to eat her. I don’t see her every day, but she’s here. Often, the first sound I hear in the morning is her whoak, whoak, whoak, outside the bedroom window. I usually wake up because I want to call back: whoak, whoak, whoak yourself.

One day this week, Jack came in from working in the garden. I said, “I want to start feeding the chicken.” I’d thrown out some really sour, old, sourdough bread, and she’d eaten it, but I wanted to go to the Co-op Pursical, and buy some honest-to-god chicken feed.

Jack said, “But do you want the chicken to feed you?” and held out three precious little eggs.

“Oh my god,” I said, “Now we really do have to name her.” But what? Chicken Little, or Henny Penny? Hens are old, I think. Do they lay eggs? Yes, hens are chickens that lay eggs. Who knew? So we can call her Henny Penny or Chicken Little. I like Henny Penny.

Off I went, into the internet world of chickens. Who knew how complicated chickens could be? In 2003, there were 24 billion chickens in the world. I try to envision that many chickens. I wonder how many times 24 billion chickens holding hands- er- feet, would go around the world. Would they straddle it, or more? And their song- we are the chickens of the world- how would that go?

Chicken Little/ Henny Penny

A search of the internet revealed that chickens eat grass and bugs. We’ve got plenty of them, and worms too. I saw worms-a-plenty when I pulled the spent basil plants from my herb garden. Chickens also eat mice and other critters, dead or alive. Cool. Noir, our evil she-cat, finds rats and mice galore, not to mention geckos, lizards and toads.

My research led me into some stupid questions we’ve all spent too much time thinking about. For example: which came first, the chicken or the egg? Hurray. I know the answer to that question. I read it recently: the chicken came first.

Exploring the world of chickens, I found a list of the top 10 reasons to keep chickens. Really. They make good pets, it seems.  They’re smart. Move over, Buddha, Hobbes and Noir. Especially, Noir.

A little re-write: Chicken Little was in the yard one day, and a guyaba fruit fell on her head. She ran around the house, and ran right by Osa, who broke her chain, and gave chase. Oh no! Chicken little/Henny Penny thought. Swawk, swawk! Luckily, she escaped Osa. Hm, she thought. Lots of grass and bugs around here. Think I’ll stay!

Which came first?

Top 10 reasons to raise chickens

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About Myra

I'm retired in Costa Rica, having lived in Philly, State College, Salem Mass, and Kawagoe Japan. You might call me a career gypsy, but my last and best job was teaching English to some of the best and brightest kids in Philly. I'm new to blogging and websites, and will probably make all the mistakes there are, but now I'm sharing my writing. I moved to Costa Rica in June of 2009 with my husband Jack, my dog Buddha, and Jack's two cats, Hobbes and Noir.
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