22nd Jun 2010
Bob
I visited my friend yesterday on the farm, where she’s raising ducks and chickens for sale/eggs. It was very exciting but I think the chickens could smell the city on my shoes – they were very interested in pecking at them.
One chicken – whom we think is a girl – has decided that she is special. She jumps onto my friend’s arm when my friend comes to feed all the chicklets, and likes to be carried around like an accessory dog, and she even likes a little scritchin’ (the chicken, not my friend).
However, there is this one little duck that stole my heart. He came out of the egg with a bent neck, almost a complete 90 degree angle. Looks very uncomfortable. But he’s running around with all the other ducks, and eating and drinking and generally getting into mischief just like everyone else. Neither my friend nor the incubator thought he’d make it through the first night, but there he is.
I’d make a terrible farmer, cuz I’d want to name him Bob and make friends with him.