One Rogue Hen

 

She kept an eye on me for quite some time, perhaps even months. Spying my actions as I worked my daily barn chores. Then, one day,  she boldly proclaimed Solandana her own. A rogue red hen, now named Irene Henrietta Reed.

So bold she commands the pack the feral cats around the place. Even rousts them from their food. 

Pooping on my porch, roosting in the trees at night. Dodging the hawk during the day. She is one tough chicken!

Gene worries about where she will sleep come the winter snows. I tell him, "don't worry, she is one strong-willed bird, she'll tell us when the time comes." You'd think he know about strong willed women by now!

There is so much to be entertained here by. The antics of the crazy red bird, the cats, dogs, horses and the wildlife - who needs TV?

I'd much rather spend time outside with creatures that find us. It's time well spent that fills the soul, eases the mind and reminds one of the real value of life and freewill.