Certainly I never knew they had personalities or could bond with humans and be taught like other pets.
Some years ago, I got the hint that my job was going away, outsourced and gone forever, but it took the company a year to actually do it. I could have found another job and lost my severance pay, or waited to be let go and compete with my coworkers to find a new job. It was a stressful situation, and I decided that in the best interest of my blood pressure, I needed to get a pet. So, I had to decide what pet would be best for me. I didn’t want a cat again, because I had gone a decade or so without a litter box in the house and I didn’t intend to go back. I’m not really a dog person, and I didn’t want to be awakened early for “walksies”. I used to enjoy keeping fish, but now I prefer to let them swim free. Some of my coworkers had chickens as egg producers, but one of them told me chickens make great pets. The more I researched, the more I learned about chickens , the more I became excited about owning some.
A cat has never made me breakfast. Oh sure, they try, but mouse is not on the menu for me. Mauled songbird is also unappetizing and makes me sad. On the other hand, eggs laid by my own hens with a diet controlled by me, are more delicious and nutritious than what I could get at a store without paying a premium price. They are fresher and the whites haven’t broken down and the yolks are firm and orange and rarely break while cooking.
A dog has never helped with the weeding. They like to dig holes but not where I want them, and usually plants get damaged. Chickens are great at weeding. They scratch around my roses and other bushes keeping weeds from sprouting and they trim the grass, or destroy it entirely. I have to control where they go, of course, since they don’t always listen to me when I give instructions. But chicken wire around a few areas protects plants long enough for them to be able to survive the chicken assault. As a bonus, the hens eat pests and spiders so that I don’t need to use pesticides in my garden. I keep my vegetables in raised beds with chicken wire around them, and gardening is much easier.
Rabbits are terrible watch animals. They never tell you when something is going on in the yard or in the neighborhood. My hens always know. Several times they have told me that the neighbors are doing roofing, once that there was a turkey on my roof, and once a goose. I never would have gotten that photo without their calling me outside. They let me know when suspicious cats are in the yard. They have cats they tolerate and cats they don’t. They let me know which are the bad ones. They alert me to salespeople and deliveries, which is nice since I don’t like it when the delivery folks leave packages and don’t ring the bell or knock. No more melted ice cream or rained-on boxes is great.
Dogs and cats can’t fertilize my vineyard. In fact, cat feces is toxic to people (causing birth defects) and both harm plants. Chicken fertilizer is some of the best around and the hens work it into the soil without even being told to do it. As a result, my vineyard is an amazing producer of grapes year after year, as long as I water it.
But, can a chicken provide the comfort of the furry animals mentioned above? Hens aren’t much into being held or petted, with few exceptions. The feathers get ruffled. But they can sit on my lap and talk to me. They run to me nearly every time I open the door or return home. (Not in the middle of a bath, though. They have limits.) They tell me everything that is going on. Sometimes, I am too stupid to understand, but figure it out later. Once it was that the wind blew a door closed. Most of the time they let me know they need something. They have been trying to teach me to understand them, and I can tell when they are getting frustrated with me. They are very smart. I think they might want to take the house back from me.
I get so much enjoyment from watching my hens be themselves, and interacting with them, and I don’t regret my decision to buy chickens instead of any other pet. I think they are the perfect choice for me. Other people may have different needs, but I needed chickens. They are the first thing I think of in the morning, and the reason I get out of bed. They would never let me sleep in while they were cooped up, anyway.






