I know we are supposed to love our children all the same, and that showing favoritism is a bad thing but dang it I really love Mabel. She is the sweetest little hen I the world. We had guests over for cocktails Saturday night and they wanted to see the chickens. We went outside and Mable ran right up and let me pick her up. Barbara meanwhile, ran out into the yard away from me.
Mabel let Brenda and Pat pet her little head, and even stayed sweet when I brought her into the house to see our other guests. I just love that little girl.
Mabel is the one who keeps track of where I am in the house. I walk into the bedroom and she runs up to the sliding glass door. I walk into the kitchen and she is at the dining room slider looking for Mommy. We have a special bond.
This morning I just picked her up, petted her, talking to her the whole time, and she just settled against my chest making little cocococo's sounds. She felt the love, and so did I, so I kissed her little head, and scratched her behind the ears.
We had a happy moment. She gives me unconditional love.....and delicious eggs.
