The Four Chickens

Olivia and Gabriel have chickens for their land. They already had an old chicken pen, and Gabriel and Chelsea made it ready.

This past weekend, they went up the mountain to a chicken farm to buy their chickens. They came home with four.

Chelsea’s chicken is called Cocotte, which is the French word for a little hen.
Martin’s chicken is called Beep Beep, after the Road Runner.
Gabriel’s chicken is called Clocette, from the French word cloche, meaning a little bell.
And Olivia’s chicken is called Cray Cray.

Before they left the chicken farm, Gabriel sweetly asked the farmer, “The road home is very twisty and mountainous. Do you think the chickens might get a headache? I often get sick, and I’m worried about them.”

The kind chicken farmer smiled at Gabriel and said, “I think they’ll be OK.”

Gabriel thanked him.

Since bringing them home, the children have not stopped holding the chickens, petting them, singing to them, putting them in their little boxes, and even taking them outside for walks. They are totally in love with them. The chickens must be wondering what strange new world have we come to?

Chelsea joked that the children might smother the chickens with so much love that they might even want to sleep with them.

Gabriel immediately giggled.

But Olivia looked around the chicken pen very thoughtfully, as if imagining where she would sleep.

Chelsea, slightly worried, said, “Oh, just to be clear… I am not sleeping in the chicken pen tonight.” That bubble popped.

On the first night, when Chelsea went out to put the chickens in the coop. Two chickens were inside.

Frantically she looked around the yard and spotted Gabriel’s chicken standing on top of the coop wire, looking as if it might jump down into the berry bramble.

Too afraid to catch the chicken herself, she lifted Gabriel onto her shoulders he grabbed his chicken to safety.

They searched for Olivia’s chicken, but it was nowhere to be found. Eventually they had to close the coop and go back tomorrow the house.

Chelsea wondered What would she say would say to Olivia the next morning Gabriel said they had to come up with a plan. Then he started to cry, saying he was going to have nightmares because of “the saga of the chicken.”

The next morning Gabriel gently told Olivia that unfortunately her chicken had not come home during the night and that it might be lost.

Olivia looked at Gabriel very pragmatically and said,
“Or the fox ate it.” (Olivia reminds me of my mom so matter of fact about things.)

Shaking her head Chelsea looked out the window — and there was Olivia’s chicken, alive and well.

With that Olivia called her chicken Cray Cray because it was crazy to spend a night outside all by itself.



Comments

15 responses to “The Four Chickens”

  1. Oh how fun!

  2. How sweet are your stories

  3. Very sweet.

  4. Susanawee

    Such a lovely story. Every little should have chickens.

  5. Could this be any sweeter? Such a lovely story told by the queen of storytelling! Thanks for sharing, dear Corey!💗

  6. Diogenes

    I love this story! I needed a smile today!

  7. I loved reading about their chickens, so thankful Cray Cray came back.
    I am petrified of chooks even though I grew up with them & Mum had a pet one.
    Even if I see a lot on TV I go funny!!
    When my Godson was about 4 he took my hand and said he would look after me because he wanted to show be his 2 week old chickens. 😊

  8. Jennifer Phillipps

    What a great introduction to chicken parenting. So glad CrayCray survived. Hope you are feeling much better! – Jennie, NZ

  9. Annafromindiana

    What a rich and wonderful experience for your Pickles and family. Olivia’s and Gabriel’s different responses made me smile — feisty and practical Olivia, soulful, tender-hearted Gabriel. Both so dear in their own way. I hope you’re feeling much better, Corey!

    1. Yes all of that ❤️❤️

  10. Chickens are wonderful pets. I loved Gabriel’s concern for the chickens’ wellfare in the car coming home, and Olivia’s response on finding out her chicken was missing.
    So glad it turned up!
    Some of my best childhood animal friends were bantams. I’d gently tuck their heads under their wings, and stroke them until they were asleep…then dot them around my grandparents front garden.

    1. Banthams! My mom loved them too. How sweet.

  11. It’s the roosters that you have to be afraid of, truly! Chickens all have different personalities. They are quite the characters.
    Always wanted to have a few…

    1. My mom m would agree

  12. Marilyn Miller

    This just made me smile.

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