Bea the Back-Jumping Hen and the Night I Became a Seasoned Chicken Mom

Tonight I reached a new level of chicken motherhood. Sweet little Bea — my clingy, back‑jumping, attention‑seeking girl — hopped onto me like she always does… and then promptly pooped down my back and into my hair. I froze. Tony cackled. Paper towels were deployed. I took the walk of shame back into the house, straight into the shower, tossed my clothes in the washer, and reflected on my life choices. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it. Because this is what happens when your chickens love you so much they forget their bodies have… functions. I am officially a seasoned chicken mom now. Bea: 1 My dignity: 0 My heart: still full.