Chickens Everywhere!
As I was lying in bed tossing and turning between 2 and 4 this morning, a wonderful poem by Jack Prelutsky crossed my mind.
Mr. Prelutsky, an American writer of children’s poetry, was named the first Children’s Poet Laureate by the Poetry Foundation in 2006. He lives in Seattle, Washington and spends much of his time presenting poems to children in schools and libraries throughout the United States.
The first time I read this poem I absolutely loved it! I hope you do, too.
Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens
Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.
They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see…
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.
~Jack Prelutsky
Wishing you sweet dreams!
Categories: Chicken Keeping, Poetry, Reflections on Farm Life
fourth generation farmgirl 
that’s mighty fine bunch of chickens you have for a pecking party
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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What a fantastic poem! (And love the pics, too.)
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Thank you! 🙂
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Perfect poem! I always love seeing the sweet chickens 🙂
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Thanks, Mel!
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Adorable. 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Love. How many chickens do you have?
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Thanks so much! I only have 10 now. A fox got into my chicken pasture and aviary areas last fall. 😦
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I’m down to 6 hens and our rooster after a raccoon…
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It really is awful. I’m so sorry. Are you getting more chicks this spring?
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I have eight coming in the mail in a about a week. I might pick up a few more at one of the local feed stores. I got a few rare breed assorted, a few brown layer assorted, and a few rare marans. Should be interesting to see what we actually end up with.
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That’s exciting! It sounds like you have a nice variety. I hope you post pictures! 🙂
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That black chicken isn’t shy, is he (she)? I love looking at these pictures! These can’t be the chicks from a few weeks age, right?
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Thank you! The black chicken was Thelma. She was so funny–lots of personality. These are different chickens. I had them about 5 years until a small fox found its way into my fenced pasture and aviary last fall. I had one chicken out of fifteen survive. This is only because Honey, a chicken who doesn’t walk well, was in another part of the yard when the fox visited (Honey can’t leave coop on her own). I went out to check on the chickens in the afternoon and found the fox leaving the scene. It was heartbreaking. But now I’m looking forward to raising my new chicks. They’ve really grown in the past week. We’re hoping to move them into their coop soon. I’ll post a picture update this week. 🙂
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Wow I love that poem it was so beautiful and just the perfect ending to a wonderful night love it and also adore your chickens I can’t wait to get mine:)
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Thank you! I’m so happy you enjoyed it. It’s one of my favorite poems. 🙂
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Delightful peom 🙂 And great pictures.. almost swooned at those eggs
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Thank you! They are the best eggs: neon orange yolks and a wonderful flavor. I think heirloom breed chickens just produce better tasting eggs. 😉
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Wonderful poem, and I loved the pictures too. Are those the baby chicks grown up? Look at all those eggs too, Wow!
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Thanks, Judy! This is the flock of chickens that I lost to a fox last fall. The baby chicks are getting big; they’re looking like miniature chickens these days. I’ll post pictures this week. We used to sell eggs to a local bed & breakfast. That picture was taken before a delivery. 🙂
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Oh, I remember you saying about the fox that got the poor chickens, what a terrible shame. I am looking forward to see how the new chicks are doing now. Hopefully they will also produce such beautiful looking eggs.
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Thank you! I hope so, too. Unfortunately, I’ll have to wait around 6 months before they start laying. But, September will be here soon! 🙂
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Yes, this year is flying by already! 🙂
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Such a cute, fun poem. And loved those heritage chickens, and admire you letting them “free range”.
I grew up on a farm, and we had 200 egg laying Rhode island Reds, who lay wonderful brown eggs. Mom sold the eggs at the door, and she bought grocery items not produced on the farm.
That was 30 years ago, we moved off the farm after dad died. But this post brought back cherished, precious memories.
Thank you for sharing Tonya. 🙂
~Carl~
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Many thanks for your kind comments, Carl! I’m so happy you enjoyed the post. Wow! Two hundred hens! There’s nothing quite like a farm fresh egg. Thank you for sharing your memories! 🙂
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Love this! My drawing teacher once took the class to sketch hens – I was amazed to find that each one is different, very individual features 🙂
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Thank you so much! Their features are as individual as their little chicken personalities! 🙂
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