I got a nice surprise the other day, my niece (actually my cousin’s lovely daughter, my “first cousin once removed”, whom I should refer to as my niece while she calls me aunt, according to Google search results) had given her Dad a book for me, called “How To Speak Chicken”.
I sat down to read it last night, wondering if I would learn anything new, and maybe a bit over-confident that I would not. Well I was wrong!
The author claims that her chickens have given her a chicken name! Sounds nuts I know, but she is perfectly correct in her interpretations of all the other chicken noises. Plus I wouldn’t put it past them. Why couldn’t animals who have a vocabulary of more than twenty calls have a sound to denote their primary caregiver? A sort of a chicken mom name.
I’m excited now. My new project? To figure out my chicken name!