Henrietta is safe in the kitchen for the winter. . .
She'll be warm and cozy, sitting in her new nesting box beside the fireplace. . . .
After all, it's not a farmhouse without a chicken, is it?
When I was growing up, I did not like chickens at all. . . .
They pecked at my feet,
And, flew at me. . . .
I swore I'd never raise chickens. . . .
But, lately, I've been thinking more and more about some real chicks next spring.
Til then, I'll just enjoy Henrietta. . . .
Chicken Nesting Box--Weathered wood construction
Crafted by my John
Thanks, Dear. . . .