Chicken Poem

The chicken is a marvelous bird,
She talks all day without a word.
I know the egg or happy cry,
I know when hawks are flying by.
She lets me know that she's about,
or when she's cooped, to let her out.
She tells me all about her day,
Without a single word to say.
She knows my voice, and when I talk,
But my words to her are just a squwak.



Chickens !!!!



This is a pic of some of the second flock of chickens I ever had.