We have an unusual flock of hens. Parsley, in particular, is one strange bird. When she was younger, she was so aggresive, I worried she was a rooster. Since receiving so much attention from Silas, she has mellowed and no longer charges and pecks, but now seems somewhat obsessed with us.
One afternoon, the boys and I were upstairs reading in bed after a nap and heard thumping on the stairs. Silas asked me if it was a monster, I thought it was Moose slowly dragging herself up to to the second floor. It was Parsley. She came into the bedroom and jumped on the bed. Silas put her back outside and she came back up three more times.
The weather is still so warm here, we leave the doors open during the day. Parsley is always coming in to check on us. Levi always lets me know when the chicken is in the house, he points and yells "Si Si!" repeatedly. He calls all chickens Si Si now.
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