This is Daisy, my six year old little farmer. She is my constant companion in the garden, and loves her chickens maybe even more than I do. She calls herself “the chicken tosser”, which is less nefarious than it sounds.
When it’s time to put the chickens in for the night, she picks up each one, and carries it to the enclosed run. With a flutter, they fly from her arms into the run, hence the “tossing”.
Since Daisy was tiny, she has taken a little stool into the coop, (which does look a bit like a play house), to sit and talk to her chickens for hours. She also likes to carry a chicken, usually Helena, around the property on a “tour”, where she points out tasty bugs and plants. Daisy makes chicken keeping so much more fun!
On our first date, I told my husband-to-be that someday I wanted a house full of happy, loud children, a piano, horses, dogs, and chickens. By the way, I also still wanted season tickets to the theater, good yoga classes, and a French bakery nearby. A few months later, we were wandering past art galleries on a warm summer evening and saw this painting. When it turned up on my doorstep, I knew he was a keeper.