My pet chicken Henrietta
25 June 2010
I wonder if this is as close as I will get to owning a chicken?
I mentioned to a friend a wee while ago the idea of owning a chicken. We were talking about children's pet options at the time. She thought it rather hilarious really (we live in the suburbs you see), but she suggested that it would be called Henrietta :)
So it was quite fitting really when she found this biscuit jar for me for my birthday.
Perfect huh. We filled it with orange ginger biscuits last week, but they are all gone now, so some more baking is on the agenda today. It's quite comforting on rainy wintery days, like today, to be able to put your hand into a biscuit jar filled with sweet treats.
And while we're on the subject of chickens as pets - you know, really, if you sat down with pen and paper, to write a list of pros and cons, I think a chicken would actually come out looking quite good. Of course it wouldn't really be wanting to curl up on your knee for a pat, and it wouldn't jump around and wag it's tail feathers when you returned home to it. But, you wouldn't have to take it for a run, and it wouldn't shed it's hair all over your sofa cushions, and, it would eat all your food rubbish and turn them into delicious eggs for breakfast! Do you think Aaron would be convinced?