Sylvia and the other hens are very busy today. They are getting the pullets and cockerels ready for a new school year. The youngest chicks will be starting now too and there is much excitement. Feathers are being straightened; legs, combs and wattles polished and lunchboxes prepared. Some of the young ones are apprehensive and are being re-assured by those that have already started at the village school. At least they have lots of family and friends around them. It reminded me of my first day at school - I had a very kind teacher, a rather large and well-rounded Rhode Island Red, and she sat me at a little wooden desk near the front of the class as I didn't know many of the others. But I found myself looking out of the window and wishing I was back with my Mum and Dad on the farm. At last the bell sounded for playtime and I leapt out from behind my desk and headed into the playground hoping to see a way to escape. But there was high chicken wire all around the grassy field. A really pretty pullet came over to me and asked if I was all right and we started chatting away. She said her name was Sylvia and we shared morsels from our lunchboxes and that was the start of our long friendship. That afternoon we sat at desks next to each other and learnt our tables.
"3 barleycorns make 1 inch and 4 inches make 1 hand" said Mrs Henna, and by the time the school day was over, I was thoroughly enjoying myself. So much so, in fact, that I was up at the crack of dawn the next morning clasping my books under my wing and waiting to go back! Gordon xxx
"3 barleycorns make 1 inch and 4 inches make 1 hand" said Mrs Henna, and by the time the school day was over, I was thoroughly enjoying myself. So much so, in fact, that I was up at the crack of dawn the next morning clasping my books under my wing and waiting to go back! Gordon xxx