Well, Mom wasn’t so sure having a hen was a good idea. Gradually, over-time, Ethie grew stronger, put on weight and started doing more and more chicken things.
Like—scratching up all Mom’s carefully crafted flowerbeds. Not only scratching them up but taking dust baths in them.
Although Mom never did holler at Ethie,
Mom did start putting out old fencing stopping Ethie from having a hay-day in at least a few of the beds.
On the third day Ethie came to live with us, Mom gave up trying to protect all the flowerbeds. For you see it was on the third day, Ethie felt strong enough to start laying eggs again!
Great big brown eggs! The kind of egg, which sells as a jumbo in the grocery store.
So, Mom said…” Okay, Ethie Girl, (Ethie and I willed Ethie’s name into Mom’s mind…up until that time Mom was calling her hen. Ethie was a little upset to just be called hen.) “You can scratch to your heart content in all the flower beds I haven’t covered up or fenced you out of…those big brown eggs make having a little hen on the farm a very good thing.”
So, we settled down to dog, cat, and hen.
Although, hen can be a drag…like when you are trying to eat. Ethie always wants to come and take my food away. I howl at her and she jumps back and gradually goes away.
Mom has taken to feeding me ONLY in the house. Because you see…we have a hen now.
Time went on Ethie took naps with me, tried to get anything I was eating,
also tried to take my dog cousin’s food, took dust baths where ever I was until one-day Ethie refused to get out of her nest.