Here is the story of
live at the end of a long, dirt lane
on the edge of 20 acres.
Some of the animals included o
the Love List are their
Yes, you guessed it, their chickens.
One "Old Gal", as my Uncle Tom refers to her,
is Miss Marshmallow Smarty-Pants.
She is from their very first batch of chicks.
This is their lovely grand-daughter,
who is, by the way, an expert tour guild.
Part of the tour she took me on though,
is another story for another day...
Miss Marshmallow layed three eggs.
She was determined to see her job through
until those eggs hatched
and she would have a little brood of her own.
But, there was a problem-
Those eggs were never going to hatch.
Well, Missy didn't know that
and she sat and sat on those three eggs.
For three weeks she sat on those eggs,
waiting patiently for her little chicks to arrive.
Occasionally she would come out
and quickly eat a bite,
and then go directly back the coop and
And sit...and sit...and sit...
her feathers were starting to fall out but,
Miss Marshmallow Smarty-Pants
was a very dedicated Mother-To-Be.
She was ready and able
to sacrifice her own well-being
for the good of those babes.
were becoming concerned for Miss
and decided to make a plan-
They went and bought six chicks
(All different varieties)
and one night they quietly went into the coop.
chicks in hand,
and reached under Miss,
slowly pulled out the eggs,
while at the same time
maybe not so Smarty-Pants,
was pleased as punch the next morning.
She and her six chicks
came out of the coop and into the yard,
with Miss M just bursting with joy and pride!
She clucked at those chicks
and they followed her all around the yard.
She would start clucking frantically,
as if something horrible was about to happen,
and all of those little chick would come running
from every direction and
tuck into her feathers and under her wings.
She would stand there for a moment,
surveying the danger, and as she did,
little chick's heads would pop out of her feathers.
and from underneath her wings.
She had finally found her calling.
Mothering was what she had been born for!
All of that waiting and doubt was well worth it.
She finally had her little brood!
Life was good again in the Coop.
Here are a couple of her chicks, all grown up now...
because of the fact that she does look like a marshmallow,
and Smarty-Pants because
she always figured out a way of being
the one to eat first,
and the one to eat the most.
And, here she is giving up all hope of any privacy. Sorry
Miss Marshmallow Smarty-Pants,
you are just too cute for me to resist
in the camera department!
And that is the
Sweet and Maternal Story