My Home, My Host Mother

Life on my “small farm” is at times serene, at other times hurried, but observably varies by the season. Today I watched, for the first time, a mother hen hovering over her young. One chick had ducked under its mother’s breast, and from across the yard a quick procession followed suit. I was surprised that so many chicklets – 12 at least – could not only somehow signal at such a distance that it was time to roost, but also fit themselves so neatly in their mother’s plumage. And so many young animals! I caught my host mother Nadea doing chores in the front yard yesterday with two ducklings in her pocket. Continue reading “My Home, My Host Mother”