Cluckin' Crazy: My Hen House Hijinks

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Lela Star, Ricky Johnson Pic(s)

The morning sun had barely crested the hills when the first of the “Cluckin’ Crazy” hijinks began, courtesy of my prized hen, Lela Star. Lela, a magnificent Buff Orpington, possesses a diva’s temperament and a curious obsession with anything shiny. Her partner in crime, a clever and portly Rhode Island Red named Ricky Johnson, is the brawn to her brains, always ready to execute her chaotic plans. Their latest endeavor involved a covert mission to liberate a bag of dried mealworms from the supposedly secure feed bin. I watched from the kitchen window as Lela, with her surprisingly deft beak, managed to jiggle the latch loose after several minutes of intense concentration. With a triumphant cluck, she flung the lid open, and Ricky Johnson immediately began shoveling the treats down with comical gusto. The scene quickly devolved into a feathery frenzy as the rest of the flock, alerted by the commotion, descended upon the spoils. Lela, looking thoroughly displeased with the lack of decorum, strutted away to peck haughtily at a solitary beetle. Ricky, however, stood his ground, puffing out his chest and deflecting the onslaught of his flockmates with impressive determination. This is simply a standard Tuesday in my backyard, a constant theater of poultry-driven pandemonium. I wouldn’t trade these feathered felons and their daily dramas for all the quiet mornings in the world.