That hurt. She was pecking at my mole. I repositioned her on my chest and moved my t-shirt up higher on my neck. She walked around on my chest for a little then returned to my neck. The kids enjoyed petting her. She too was enjoying it so much that soon enough, she was closing her eyes. Then, again in a different spot, OUCH! She was after a different mole! I thought that time she drew blood. Who knew that moles were so sensitive?
I decided to move her down to my belly. There she sat. As I was teaching my 4 year old daughter to pet with 2 fingers, Dottie went after another mole on my arm! Goodness, I think she is addicted. After spending about 30 minutes together as a family, we returned her to her chicken brothers and sisters back in the brooder.
I smiled as I closed the door to the tiny coop. Thinking to myself, now I have a chicken that not only steals jewelry from my ears, but also one that loves to attack my moles. Who knew that chicken keeping could be so dangerous! Somehow, I am not so afraid to try bee-keeping now.