Erica Lucke Dean

"Making the world a better place, one book at a time."

no, the sky isn't falling

I’ve named one of my chicks Henny Penny and one, Chicken Little. But despite what the names might imply, I’m fairly sure the sky isn’t falling. But I am exhausted after another day of farm living and chick chasing, so tonight I’m going to share the pictures everyone has been asking me for.

The three runaway hens from the other night. I call them Henrietta (they all look alike, so they are all Henrietta until I can figure a way to tell them apart.)

This is the three hens with Indiana Jones, the mastiff. He watches over them to be sure they don’t escape…or hoping they do…I’m not sure which.

And the little chicks…they’re getting a visit from Bart the cat. He likes to watch over them too…but I think he’s trying to figure out how to get in to their house. I’m not sure what he wants to do once he gets in, but I have a feeling he’s up to no good.

So there you have it. Farm living with a bunch of chickens. Am I the only one who thinks this might be a bit extreme just to get fresh eggs? Ok…it’s not just for the eggs. I’m having such fun interacting with these crazy birds…just wait until my husband gets the pigs!

Didn’t I tell you about the pigs?

Until the next time…I’ll be taking a long overdue nap!

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