Yesterday I abandoned my plans to (finally) get stuff done and took my camera to Country Village, a rustic little shopping center with a pond, ducks and chickens and a wide variety of little shops. I told myself I could spend an hour there but, two hours later, I stood by the pond again, trying to capture a good photo of a duck.
While I was squatting down on the little dock, a chicken walked up to me. It stared at me with its strange orange eyes and then looked at my camera with what seemed to be curiosity. I talked to it, of course – I always talk to animals – and held out my camera for it to see or sniff or whatever chickens do to check things out. It looked at the camera and then stepped even closer. I wasn’t sure if it was being friendly or threatening! I’ve never been around chickens very much. Although I grew up in the country, it was more of a backwoods place than a farming place. My grandma did have chickens when I was very small but the only thing I remember about it was walking into the chicken coop with her and watching in shock as she grabbed a hen off the nest, snapped its neck and threw it in a barrel.
“Okay, I’ll move away,” I said to the chicken. I stood up and backed away. It followed me and continued to follow me all over the place! I couldn’t get any really good photos of it because, like my cats, any time I squatted down it came toward me.
I was beginning to worry that it would follow me all the way to my car and that I wouldn’t be able to see where it was to back out. Finally, some other people walked by and the chicken went to hide under a table. I took the opportunity to leave, although I didn’t really want to. I enjoyed hanging out with my new friend!