Children and chickens have a natural affinity for each other. Having a hen as a playmate is not a new phenomena. A diary that I have from the 1920s has an entry about a boy, sick and home from school, playing with a hen.
When my sons were little, they’d each carry their favorite hen down the slide in the backyard. I swear those chickens enjoyed the rides.
On the other hand, I know of people who grew up with flocks of chickens on family farms, who had scary experiences of being attacked by roosters and mobbed by hungry hens. I usually hear these stories from the spouses of the now grown children, asking me how to convince them to get a few backyard chickens. I don’t discount the validity of how they feel about poultry. Chickens can be scary – remember they are close relatives of dinosaurs! (Don’t you feel for this little boy, having to feed the turkeys, too?)
Do you have a story about children and chickens? Good or bad? Tell us in the comments.