Chickens; a dream

This is my oldest grandson in the mid-1990s. 

He had the good fortune to grow up with lots of animals and birds.

and I had the good fortune to be able to afford lots of film by then.

I must have taken a dozen shots of him with this hen.

Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens

Last night I dreamed of chickens, 
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers 
as they raced about my bed. 

They were on the chairs and tables, 
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners, 
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens 
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed 
there were eggs on top of me.

Jack Prelutsky, 1940

from poets.org website

So I found the picture and went looking for a chicken poem. It wasn't hard to find and brought back wonderful memories of doing storytime in the Gilroy Library and using the poems of the rollicking Jack Prelutsky to make the children laugh. Thanks, Jack!