I have fond childhood memories of chickens because my grandfather kept them. But whereas he simply saw them as providers of eggs ..... or Sunday lunch......, to me they are pets, just as much as my cat is. If Granddad could see me now, cuddling a chicken, he'd probably have 50 fits!
He certainly wouldn't understand why I should get excited over a chicken having a dustbath. But I did, because it was an historic event in its way.
The chicken concerned was Pom-Pom and yesterday she took her first dustbath... Read more
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