Sometimes it feels like my chickens have me surrounded. There’s nowhere to run or hide. How is it possible with something in excess of 350 square metres of back yard, three little chickens can be EVERYWHERE at once? Or at least everywhere I am?
I was digging a new sunflower bed and all 3 chooks “helped”. Rosie even went so far as to scratch dirt out of my shovel when I was trying to dig out some old roots. Bronwyn mainly placed herself centre stage to make sure no grub was uncovered without her knowing about it.
Frank was shifting some old fence palings. Every layer he exposed was another chance for the chickens to chase him away so they could have a good hunt around for the beetles and crawly things that had been living comfortably in the pile.
Just breaking out the camera can be enough to have them surrounding me.
It really doesn’t matter where I am, they’re there, hot on my heels.
I’m not even safe in my own home. Bronwyn has been known to knock (okay, peck) on the door. Is she after a spider on the wall, or does she want me to give myself (and my yoghurt) up? They truly have me surrounded!
Of course I think they’re adorable and I love having them shadow me in the garden. I just have to give myself a little more time to do every task so I can accommodate their “help” – resistance is futile!
Laura Rittenhouse's Gardening Journal 
LOVE the photos. Especiallly the one looking into the camera 🙂
Thanks – I also love it when they get in the way of a photo. I’m sure they aren’t vain, they just suspect I have some yoghurt hidden behind the lense. Either way they are very cute creatures.