Hens and chickens
Hens, I love them! My favourites are the Rhode Island Reds. They are such a lovely rusty red colour.
Whenever I get the opportunity, I go and watch them. There is something immensely restful about the way they casually strut around a farmyard, pecking as they go and inquisitively investigate every nook and cranny.
Even the clucking sound they make is soothing. Then there is the glorious cock-a-doodle-doo of the male of their species. It’s the best way to be wakened up first thing in the morning. In my humble opinion, alarm clocks should be programmed with the sound of a cock crowing. Many people’s lives would be made immeasurably better.
When I’m feeling stressed, usually because I’d been over working, I like to go to a place near where I live called Horner, which is in the heart of the Exmoor Hills in the UK West Country.
There are some wonderful walks at Horner either besides the river or up over the top of the hills onto the moors. But, especially when I’m not feeling terribly energetic, sometimes I like to just stand and watch the hens as they strut and peck around. At the time of writing, there are also some goats there and some geese. It’s all pretty free-range and natural. Exactly the opposite to our normal high-tech lives.
When you are nicely chilled, check out the cafes nearby who do a nice line in tea and cake.
So, if you get the opportunity to go and see some hens, take some time out, chill and enjoy.
Bye for now
Rob
Rob Hopcott – online writer, hen and chicken fancier – cluck!
