I wrote this poem awhile back when I found my first pullet egg. This poem is posted on my blog Wandering Words, but I bring it forward today to share it with farmgirlcyn who has pullets just coming of age, and for all my other online friends that have chooks.
Coming Of Age
A cute wee pullet
Became a hen today.
If I knew which one,
I'd throw a par-tay!
You see, I found a small egg
Among all the rest,
Snuggled in the hay
Of their favorite nest.
This is always a sign
That the young are of age.
I must confess,
It's an exciting stage.
I asked around,
For to know would be swell,
But not one bird
Was about to tell.
Is the bird mafia
Keeping things tickin'?
No name would they give
Because each one was a chicken.
Written: December 1, 2003.
By Alice G. Price
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