Chickens like to explore their world with their beaks. Their minds work somewhat along these lines…What’s that green thing? Peck. What’s that creepy crawly thing? Peck. What’s that shiny thing? Peck….you get the idea.
As you can imagine, I am used to getting pecked by my girls. They especially love the color red, so if I ever have colored nail polish on my toes, those are fair game. They also love anything that resembles a worm. There have been very comical episodes of them pulling on my shoe laces, or clothing ties. I posted them grabbing my knitting a month or so ago when they were still indoors.
Anyway, with all this pecking, I am very careful with my face. The girls don’t mean to be vicious (except for my dear Lulu), they just explore by pecking. Yesterday when I let the little ones out of the dog crate, Midnight jumped up onto my shoulder as she usually does. She’s a very sweet chicken, who likes to sit on my arm or shoulder. She kept craning her neck around to peer at my face. It made me nervous and I kept turning my face away from her. Unfortunately, while I wasn’t paying attention, she pecked me. On my eyeball. I didn’t blink in time.
The last two days have been filled with going to the eye doctor, getting antibiotic eye cream ($100/bottle!!), missing a freelance gig, and going back to the doctor. I figure that peck has cost me just shy of $700.
I had chicken for dinner last night. Just not one of mine.
I got henpecked last time I was there by one of the “chicks”. She probably thought my lips looked like worms! And my turtle also thinks painted toes look like food.
I still can’t fathom how uncomfortable that must have been.
The photo and dinner report leads me to believe that you’re in good spirits.