On September 27, 2020 I wrote a post about two hens and two roosters who visited our neighborhood daily. I can’t believe it was that long ago.
For most of this year, the two roosters have made quite a ruckus; crowing endlessly at many times of the day. Then all of a sudden the crowing stopped. I didn’t think about it at the time but I wonder now if the roosters are still living. Had they been killed by a raccoon, or a dog or had somebody or several somebodies complained about the noise.
Since then only one hen has been visiting. But she’s been coming by almost every day for a while. I have tried to take her picture. But by the time I find my phone and get the camera ready she is walking away.
Three days ago, a young woman was outside my house when the hen came. She said there were still two hens but didn’t say what happened to the roosters, and for some reason I didn’t ask. I told her of my futile attempts to get a picture of her. She asked if I wanted her to hold the hen so I could take a photo.
It still took me too long to take the photo. And the hen wiggled free.
I asked if the hen would let her pick her up again and she said “Sure.” This time I was ready.
The next time the hen came I was outside walking. This time the other hen wasn’t far behind. I didn’t even attempt to get a photo!
Living, Learning and Letting Go 