Eleanor, the old hen, is napping in the compost pile. It is peaceful and cozy.
Someone is coming!
If you sit quietly, says Eleanor, you can keep me company.
I’m not interested, says Eleanor, and she pecks Candy’s nose.
Sourpuss! says Candy.
I’ve kept a backyard flock for two decades and I’ve spent years researching chicken care and observing hens. I blogged about my life with chickens and what I’ve learned here for ten years. If you’re looking for advice about a specific issue, you’ll likely find the answer in an FAQ or by doing a blog archive search.