|Sleeping roo at the Mother Earth News Fair|
I’d like to think they do, when they are snuggled together perched upon the roosts at night. As the moonlight fills the sky, their sleeping little brains drift from place to place.
Sometimes, I think they must be dreaming of a big bowl of warm oatmeal, filled with delightful ingredients like meal worms, sunflower seeds, raisins, and a drizzle of yogurt. What a wonderful thought, filling their tummies with warm goodness on a cold winter day?
Perhaps they are playing some make shift game of tether ball with a freshly hung cabbage pinata in the run. As one pecks from one side, the other one returns the serve.
Do broody hens dream about their eggs hatching?
Other times, I like to think that they are dreaming of their old dear friends who have passed over to the rainbow bridge. What would that interaction be like? What do they “chat” about? Would they bring a tasty meal worm as a treat for their friend?
Do chickens have flying dreams? Do they dream that they have hands and arms and can do all sorts of things like write notes, scratch their backs, or open the latch to their run? Do they dream of crossing the road? Do they dare to dream about where those humans go during their time away from home? Do they dream about me? I dream about them.
Their dreams, like ours, are probably based upon emotions. They might dream of scary predators or spying hawks passing over head. They surely dream about love. They must dream about their adventures, fantasies, food and friendship. I wonder if they ever wake up sad, that things were ever only a dream. Or do they sometimes wake up relieve to find reality different?
I like to dream myself. I can’t think of anyone, even chickens, who wouldn’t? I hope they dream big!
Photo Credits: Tilly’s Nest