A Home for Henna
each night in a tree by our front door and spent her days napping under the bougainvillea.
We bought a special solar light with two “eyes” to discourage predatory owls and hawks, and we filled our cabinets with chicken mash, chicken scratch, poultry grit and dried cider vinegar powder to keep her healthy. We were the only farmers I knew who spent so much on one chicken that provided no eggs or meat.
Gradually, however, Henna did allow us to get closer. She would take a dust bath in front of me and eventually ate treats off the top of my shoe and out of my hand. She greeted me with various clucks and came to our kitchen window to call for me. Charles teased me about being a humble servant to a wild chicken, but I didn’t mind.
Our beloved chicken Henna was with us for almost two years, and we honored her with a proper burial in our yard. Perhaps we will never be real farmers, but I now have a new appreciation for one of God’s creatures.
Henna Cluck hopped onto a fence and found a new flock to love.