My husband got 2 chicks for me before the second surgery on my arm. Turned out they were sick and, despite my best care, one died. The other became very attached to me, and I to her, and we’ve kept each other company ever since. She follows me everywhere, but still lets me know if she would prefer to go somewhere else, she calls me to share food with her, to preen or sleep, she pays attention to where I tap my finger (like it’s a beak!) and she still hides her head under my arm if the hawks appear. Almost every day we go hunting for bugs together and she even learned to strip aphids off my vegetables. Since I was bedridden for a long time, she’s very patient if I’m on the phone or computer, because that is what she grew up being use to (She likes to watch the screens. She also loves to try and play Pokemon on the DS) but, besides that, I try not to ask her to be anything but a chicken. Because it’s that she’s a chicken that I am so in love with her. Seeing the extreme joy she experiences from just a dust bath in the sun, or her curiosity at life around her, turns out to have been everything I needed to overcome my worries.
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