Holy Moley!

April 18, 2011

Yesterday morning, I let Dottie Speckles, our one week old Silver Laced Wyandotte, come into the house to see the kids and spend a little time with her human family.  It is very important to me that we encourage her to like us and not fear humans.  We had fun getting to know her.  She enjoyed nuzzling into the notch of my neck.  Then I felt it; OUCH!

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.

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  1. Haha, reading back through your blog a bunch today — my girls are ALWAYS pecking at my freckles and moles! One yanked a tiny scab off my hand last week! Crazy chickens 🙂

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