Nova the wildling hen of my little flock is really at home climbing trees in search of adventure and a place to roost.
Unlike every other chicken I have had here at the cottage she is often spied high off the ground rustling about on sometimes very thin branches.
Yesterday I saw her from inside the house up in a bottlebrush tree walking along the thin branches exploring and snacking on the odd bug or two before flying down once again to join her flock.
Her instincts are much deeper than the other chickens, she seems to know that long before humans domesticated chickens they always would roost in trees for safety.
It is such a strange sight to see a chicken in a tree, a couple of my visitors have seen her up in places which cause them to comment what a wild little creature she is.
How blessed little Nova is to have found a sanctuary to live her life in safety and peace, a place where she can run free and allow her true nature to be nurtured......
1 comment:
I must be so much fun to watch her explore.
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