They're cool. I remember I once binged a bunch of YouTube videos of chicken behavior just to see how they act. I'm especially fond of the barred coloring on some of them. It's always caught my attention.
I also watched a bunch of videos of chickens! It wasn't really to understand them (though I did learn a lot), but I had a friend who moved out to a different state (they're back here now!) and they loved to send me videos of their chickens.
The worst things about chickens is their lifespan. It's 10 if you're real lucky, but most chickens get killed for meat long before that. Makes connecting with them hard.
I loved connecting with farm animals in my youth. It was one part of hanging out with my dad that I appreciate more as I get older. When I was about 8-9, we would go every weekend to my uncle's farm to tend his cows while he was out of town. I used to name them, feed them, and keep a scrap book with all their pictures in them. They all had their personalities and looking back, I miss them after all the times we had. We also used to keep a seasonal garden, where we mostly grew tomatoes and squash (one year we tried experimenting with pumpkins).
I always thought it was the closest I'll get to seeing what my father saw taking care of sheep in rural Sicily.
Howdy, do you like chickens?
They're cool. I remember I once binged a bunch of YouTube videos of chicken behavior just to see how they act. I'm especially fond of the barred coloring on some of them. It's always caught my attention.
I also watched a bunch of videos of chickens! It wasn't really to understand them (though I did learn a lot), but I had a friend who moved out to a different state (they're back here now!) and they loved to send me videos of their chickens.
The worst things about chickens is their lifespan. It's 10 if you're real lucky, but most chickens get killed for meat long before that. Makes connecting with them hard.
I loved connecting with farm animals in my youth. It was one part of hanging out with my dad that I appreciate more as I get older. When I was about 8-9, we would go every weekend to my uncle's farm to tend his cows while he was out of town. I used to name them, feed them, and keep a scrap book with all their pictures in them. They all had their personalities and looking back, I miss them after all the times we had. We also used to keep a seasonal garden, where we mostly grew tomatoes and squash (one year we tried experimenting with pumpkins). I always thought it was the closest I'll get to seeing what my father saw taking care of sheep in rural Sicily.