The Neighbors Come For a Visit

Got chickens? Our neighbors do, and today they came for a visit.

I was outside by the trellis near the patio and I heard what at first I thought was Luna, with his quirky squeaky meow. I looked around for him and didn't see him, but when I heard the sound again, it didn't quite sound like Luna. So I did a better job of looking and there, not five feet away from me, strutting through the neighbor's hedge, were three chickens.

The neighbors that live catty-corner across the road from us have chickens and so do the ones that are three houses to the north. They don't have the same kinds and I recognized these as the neighbor-to-the-north's brood.

I don't know much about chickens, but in doing a Google search to help identify these, I'd say the black ones are are either Black Jersey Giants or Black Australorps, and the white one is a Light Brahma. Or I could be totally wrong about both, but they sure were pretty. The black one's feathers were iridescent in places, and when either of them shook their heads, their feathers around their necks fluffed out handsomely.


I guess I shouldn't call them chickens because at least one of them was a rooster. How I know is because it crowed several times.

This is the first time we've ever had them venture into our yard as far as I know, and I thought it was pretty neat to have them here. The cats sat staring at them, but it was Simba who took off after one of the black roosters. She didn't catch him though, thank goodness.

They are so cool it almost makes me want to buy chickens of our own. Romie just rolled his eyes the way he did when I said I wanted a pygmy goat.