No Drama Lucy

If you could pick a chicken for your best friend, I think you would pick Lucy. I know I would. Why Lucy, you ask? Well, you know that someone in your life that ALWAYS have a problem, is ALWAYS in a crisis of some sort and needs your help, ALWAYS meddling into other people’s business and creating an issue?

Yeah. That’s not Lucy.

Every morning when I open the yellow coop, Lucy’s little white head is the first one out. She does her best to evade Napoleon’s advances, usually by standing very close to me or sometimes jumping into my arms.

I give everyone breakfast.  She quickly grabs a few tastes of scratch, patiently waits for me to open the gate, and heads into the shed to lay her egg.  She gets as far back in the hay feeder as she can.  Since she’s small, you’d never know she was there. Five minutes or so later, there’s one beautiful white egg in the hay.

She does not sing an egg song for her egg.  Nor does she chime in incessently when someone else lays an egg. (Rapunzel, I’m talking about you.) She hops right out when she’s done, opening up the space for someone else.  She does not pester the other ladies when they’re concentrating on laying.  She’s polite that way.

After her work is done, she gets a good drink of water, hops over the fence into the backyard and goes about the business of scratching and pecking. She doesn’t seek out company, but if other hens want to scratch and peck beside her, she’s fine with that.

I so miss seeing her with her best friend, Ethel.  They were two peas in a pod.  Every where Lucy went, Ethel went too.  Including into the house!

I guess I’m her Ethel substitute now. She follows me around the barnyard, seemingly asking if I’d like some help with the chores.  In the afternoons she always joins us at happy hour, hanging close to the chairs.

Everyone should have a friend like Lucy.  I’m very lucky she’s mine!

**Shared at Our Simple Homestead**