Poetry

October 29, 2011
Silly Tilly dragging a branch
Smiles from Chickens

You can quote me as I speak
Chickens smile despite their beaks
Look how she walks and talks and stares
See how she jumps and shows she cares
Listen to her serenade
Think of how they’ve danced and played
Their little toes don’t skip a beat
Happiness permeates their feet.
Up into your lap they hop
Snuggling right into your top.
I feel their combs warm near my skin
I really feel like chicken kin
Watching my hens all the while
I swear to you that they can smile
~ Tilly’s Nest, August, 10, 2011

3 Broody Hens

Broody hens, I’ve got 3
Won’t somebody rescue me!
They sit all day and growl and squack
They do not leave to take a walk
Fluffed out upon the nest they sit
Tail feathers spanned to throw a fit
No Silkie eggs that they protect
No Silkie eggs for us to collect
Invisible are the eggs they see
Broody hens, I’ve got 3
~Tilly’s Nest, March 29, 2011


We’ll Come Running!

No matter where you’ve been all day,
To your feet we’ll run to play.
Like a loyal dog to some,
When I call, my chickens come.
Early morning you say hello,
Eating, scratching fresh fallen snow.
Beaks and toes with mud galore,
Chickens dig forever more.
Where you’ve been it doesn’t matter,
Chicken feet go pitter patter.
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow,
They know where they want to go.
Into the grass to frolic and play,
Until the end of this sunny day.
And when it’s time to say goodnight,
Into their coop without a fight.
Sleep my chickens cozy and warm,
Feathered and happy, they sleep ’til dawn.
~Tilly’s Nest, December 28, 2010
Well, hello there arugula, don’t mind if I do…
~Dolly
The Mitey Fright!

There once was a chicken with mites.
It gave the poor owner a fright.
For when she looked there,
Beneath chicken hair
She saw them there in broad daylight.
~ Tilly’s Nest, June 30, 2011

About me

Sharing an inspired life from the New England seaside. Chickens, Bees, Gardens, Art and Yummy Goodness.