“A dinosaur relic. A phobia over my claws. I’ve heard it all. But I give. I try to give an egg a day. That’s some 300 eggs a year. For that the most I ask is to do is a little clawing to slip a few earthworms.
Yes, I get a lil’ noisy at times – pushing out an egg ain’t easy. I like to moan and to gossip but what girl doesn’t?
I am not ‘clever’ like you are. But how clever are you?
I sleep well at night. I have no issues with MY mental health. I roam and yes – I scavenge – but isn’t that a good thing to do? One person’s waste is another’s reward and I am proud to spend my days scavenging. I have done it for thousands of years but hey! Now it is cool for humans too? I wonder why that is….
And you call me a dinosaur?!
I am lucky to be a hen. My men are either cocks or lost to being genetically engineered meat engines. I no longer fancy them, though apparently you do.
When you meet me, all I ask is you call me Henrietta (or ‘Hen’ for short). I am no spring chicken, just as you are no lump of meat. Keep your dogs away, too.