My chickens are not just hens…they are my girls. Each have a name and each are spoiled rotten. Believe it or not, my hens like being held and petted. My children adore catching them, though I’m not sure the girls like being chased. At least, its good exercise for all of them.
When I saw the little ladies shivering this winter, I went to work to make better accommodations. Heat lamp, electric waterer and extra grains.
The only thing I didn’t do was sew sweaters. But boy, it would have been cute. I like the patterns below.
Sweater References: reginadrangel.blogspot.com, hencam.co.uk