I am the Chicken Whisperer

I have a special kinship with chickens. Always have. Growing up I spent more time with our hens than the two legged people in my home. I like to say that I was reared by chickens...at least that's the running joke.


Having spent countless hours with my feathered family, I "get" life as a chicken. I am drawn to chickens and they are drawn to me. It's either my delightful personality, or my big 'ol hair... it does resemble a nest.

A few months ago, I was elated to see a motley crew of wild chickens appear in my pristine neighborhood. It was quite a sight.

Look at the face of the guy on the left.

Here's the back view...this guy has got some serious game.

But it was this moment, earlier today, that sealed my fate as the "Chicken Whisperer". To my surprise, a group of three chickens appeared at my doorstep. I immediately grabbed some random grains from the cupboard and my camera. We sat and bonded for a bit, and then this little gal walked on up and started pecking away at the food in my hand. We had a moment...she knew that deep down inside I'm just another hen living in a rooster coop.

Another reason to keep weird grains, like amaranth, on hand. You never know when you'll get a hungry wild chicken on your doorstep.

I am the chicken whisperer.