Brooding On

What Can I Say? They love me!

Yep.  These chickens adore me!  You should just see the way they line up by the door when they see me coming!  I'll be the first to admit, however, that I am undeserving of their favoritism.  After all, it is John who dutifully tends to them twice a day, cleaning their coop, refilling their water and feed, and moving their tractor to fresh ground.  He is definitely the one who puts in the time.  BUT, when he does his feeding, the chickens are all up in the coop, roosting, so his work goes unseen. When I come out the backdoor, ready to offer them whatever veggie scraps I've gathered up, it's in the light of day when they are all out in the run watching me make my way to them with the yummy strawberry hulls, lettuce cores, or carrot tops.

Though I felt a little guilty the other day when John saw how the chickens lit up when I came out the backdoor, I remind myself that I may have the chickens wrapped around my little finger, but John has the our girls wrapped around his.  Yep, he's "fun daddy," and there's not much I can do about that.  Boy hasn't quite gotten there yet and still favors me, but I know it's just a matter of time until he figures out how much fun dad is and his days as Momma's Boy will be a thing of the past.   
So, since John got the better deal here, I'll just keep on relishing the way those 8 ladies' eyes light up with excitement when I'm headed in their direction.