As some of you might know, we have a pet hen. She’s a cute chicken, with a distinctive personality. We named her Pollo Asado. (not sure why. I wasn’t involved in that decision) She’s madly in love with my husband and follows him around whenever she can. We have a toy poodle, too, and the chicken is bigger than him.
Like most chickens, she’s up at dawn. Some days she has illusions of grandeur and she’ll cluck loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood. Since we don’t live in the sticks, I’m surprised one of my neighbors hasn’t shot her yet or thrown a shoe at her. Our next door neighbors recently sold and we got new neighbors. The hubby (not mine) peeked over the fence and said, “OMG! You do have a chicken! I heard her the other morning and looked at my wife and said, ‘There can’t be a chicken around here. We’re in the city.’”
Surprise, surprise. *g*
A week or so ago (maybe two weeks ago now?), we had a frost warning here in So. California. Below freezing temperatures. For us, that’s barely below freezing — around 30 degrees, give or take a few degrees. I told hubby we’d have to bring the chicken in for the night. She has a coop outside, but without anyone to share it with, I thought it’d be too cold. (My hubby said, “What? No pollo pops?”) No.
So we took the large box that recently carried my hubby’s new 27 inch tv for his garage “den” (pool table, bookcases, couch, etc.) and lined it with straw and brought the chicken in. The first couple days, hubby was able to pluck her out of the box in the mornings, set her on the kitchen floor, and out the back door she’d go. By Day 3, she felt the icy blast when the door was opened, ruffled her feathers while looking aghast at my hubby, and said, “Hell no” quite succinctly by walking in the other direction. By Day 5, she could be found pacing outside the kitchen door when it got dark instead of asleep in her hen house. Tonight, I opened the back door to let the dog in and Pollo walked in after him, bold as you please.
Nuts, I tell you.
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Our principal’s daughter has a hen. And yes, she’s an INDOOR pet.
We live in Oklahoma. It makes sense. (somehow)
That’s pretty funny. Sounds like she’s a member of the family.
LOL!! Funnily enough, I was wondering if you still had your hen just the other day!
Likes that indoor life, does she? *ggg*
Thanks for dropping by, Morgen! Good to know about chickens and the cold. Maybe I can take my house back! *g*
And thanks for the compliment on the historical hunk! I like to switch them up every once in awhile. In fact… maybe it’s time for a new skin!
Hello – found your site via Thursday Thirteen.
I have chickens in Michigan, and they do just fine when the temp dips below 32 degrees! But I enjoyed reading about yours — esp the part where she just walks in the back door!
By the way – LOVE your historical hunk template. Sexy and sumptuous — and the historical hunk — yeah, baby!
LOL! I love it. We need a picture of your Senorita Pollo!