My chicks are a bit stressed from the long, bumpy ride home. Why is it we never notice how terrible a road is until every bump creates a frantic, harried, shrill chirping? One of the Buff Orpingtons is ESPECIALLY LOUD!
I think they wore themselves out and thus, the photos are a bit drab but you get the chick idea. I’m trying to quit checking on them every fifteen minutes and simply let them sleep.
But now I arrive at the important stuff — chick names. What’s in a name? Quite a bit I’d say. Changing my name to Maery Rose opened up other possibilities. I was able to see myself differently and create a new story. Old habits die hard but I can always ask myself now, “What would Maery Rose do?”
Chick names are a bit different. I don’t suppose the chicks care, but the choice is still important, at least to the chick owner.
This isn’t exactly a poem, but then few of my so called poems are. In no rules Maery Rose land, that’s okay by me.
An important part of
Every backyard chicken operation
The name Ann Coulter*
For an especially noisy hen
You may well find
Virginia Wolfe and
My coffee theme
And testing out
A meat bird name
Your cute, fuzzy, little head
You’re a rooster