Homecoming Chickens: Lap Time and Love at Hearth & Handcraft
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Apparently we were missed. 😂🐔
We made it home from Georgia last night, exhausted but very ready to see our girls… and they were VERY ready to see us. Bea claimed her favorite spot on our laps the moment we sat down, and Opal slid in right beside her, both of them auditioning for the title of top lap-chicken. Even Hey-Hey, who usually keeps his dignity, hovered as close as he could get, soaking in the attention like a warm sunset over the coop.
Then there was Mabel, choosing protest as her coping mechanism while we were away. Two green eggs nestled beneath the roosting bars in the coffee bedding—clearly a bold statement. Ma’am, indeed. Lizzy did a wonderful job taking care of them while we were gone, but the moment we walked in, the matrimony of feathers and affection went full throttle. The moment we sat, the flock settled into a chorus of clucks and coos that felt like a welcome-home hug.
When we started this little chicken adventure, I wondered if these birds truly bonded with us or just learned to expect treats. I think we’ve found our answer: they’re part of the family, and we’re part of theirs. The house smells of coffee, sourdough, and warm feathers as we settle back into the rhythm of gentle days on the homestead. We missed you too, girls. And yes, Hey-Hey… you too. 🐓❤️
If you love our lap-time stories, you might enjoy our Chicken Collection.