No better child hood, the story of a young boy and his pet fowl.

I will never forget "Mother Hen"

The year was 1962, and I was then a very young boy living in the islands.

Apart from the many chores young people my age did in the islands during those times and probably even now, they are most likely preoccupied with such things as farming and raising animals. This is not done because of their love for nature and all its beautiful inhabitants which share such a beautiful space, but rather because it is a necessity. One they have since come to understand and show the maximum respect for .

Of all those given pastimes children had while growing up in the islands, things like sports, cricket , soccer, fishing , hunting, farming and the raising of animals were undoubtedly at the top of the list. Having pets, raising animals and a garden, regardless of the size of the garden or the quantity of pets and animals, was definitely the mainstay of most families.

In my household at that time, and during that year, I remember quite clearly, that our garden was somewhere around, but not close . However the animals were, and those animals we had were mainly Fowls.

It was during those times while my family was raising these fowls, one of my very best childhood memories evolved, so much so that it became one of the main contributing factors which greatly assisted in my conversion to vegetarianism, many years ago, after arriving in the U.S.A.

This story, is one which consists of this unique specimen of a fowl that somehow appeared during that period, this is a possibly which comes around once in a lifetime..

Our parents knew this and called this foul in the spotlight "Mother Hen"

She was a beautiful brown and beige color, walked very proud with her chest protruding and upright. She was always the very first to answer, when the call went out at feeding and also at bedtime.

It was through these great qualities that this particular fowl, was chosen by my mother and father, to be the one that would never be eaten. But hens forth , be instead the one appointed the leader, and called Mother Hen in a show of gratitude, and a means of saying, thanks for providing the family with many eggs and beautiful babies.

I grew up with that fowl and watched how she continued to earn her name. There were many other fowls but none was obedient and responsible as ' Mother Hen" it was almost as if she was quite aware of her status in our rapidly growing family of fowls.

She grew very tolerant of all the members in our family, but somehow she would show this unfamiliar body language, when any stranger was present.

She made us all very proud her , having a sense of accomplishment, having something special. It was a sight to behold.

The only known trainable animals that would display such closeness with their owners , around those times were the likes of monkeys, dogs, cats, pigeons, horses , donkeys , those like that. The life cycle of any and all manner of fowls, were pretty short, they quickly becomes dinner, but this was a different kind of fowl "Mother Hen" was a huge breed apart.

After some time, she even became so true to her name , it showed in her overly protective display of parenting, showing so much care and concern for her children, it was simply amazing the things she would do. She would stand at these specific points in the yard , almost as if counting her children. Checking for them during feeding and again at bedtime.

The majority of them were her own babies, and after some time, they were all her children,

it was beautiful and everyone including our neighbors and friends came to know of her well .

We all loved her dearly .

She was a very clever fowl, we also had a name for that special Rooster, the one we knew was her boyfriend, his name was "Percy." he was some character himself.

He acted as if he was the king of the yard, sine he was "Mother Hen's" choice of a mate.

In his own rights he was.

But we all were preoccupied with "Mother Hen" she was very special.

He (Percy) seem to be always keeping everything in check, with the rest of the family.

But anytime a possible threat of any kind, entering the yard. Be it a dog, a Mongoose, a Chicken Hawk that was soaring overhead and coming a little too close, sometimes just a stranger. Those two fowls would sound the alarm, in a way that creates an air of uneasiness,

the sounds of which will signal to everyone, even the neighbors, that something was not correct, there was some kind of interference going on.

No one challenged the hierarchy of "Mother Hen and Percy" It was as if there was this understanding , and quite possibly there was. As I have now grown to understand the way these animals types of animals function.

Every now and again there would be a young Rooster that will challenge Percy's supremacy,

a challenge for the rights to his hareem, but usually they were all quickly repulsed, and dispersed of, those were the ones that will be eaten first .

"Mother Hen" was so confident, and displayed such poise, that even the members of our family, fell under her charming spell. We were able to call her by her name, and she would come straight to our hands, where we would pet her, by rubbing her feathers, which she liked. That was quite unusual for these animals.

But Percy on the other hand, though he was always very close, he would not let "Mother Hen " out of his sight and won't let anyone come too close to him.

Where ever "Mother Hen" was, Percy was not far away.

They helped bring harmony to the lives of us children, and helped with that much needed love, that young children so desperately need to learn about, feel and also exercise for things in nature. Things other than the usual toys, candies and play.

We took turns in seeing for the fowls. I believe that when kids are taught to exercise these attributes early, self discipline is usually not far away. For they would learn to show care and responsible for living things. That's a major plus!

They would also learn about affection and at the same time they will learn to care for themselves. Mothers like mine saw to those things, in ways that have always resonated with me, and I can also say, with the entire family.

Even to this very day, we still share the stories of all the animals and plants we had grown to be appreciative of.

Some of the greatest children in our world , have all grown up with that special love for nature and it's inhabitants, some went on to even be "Presidents" as some of us will know.

Blessings and Give Thanks ...

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Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth. Author

Thanks you mljjdgulley , thank you I thought you would like it , I will always miss the natural parts that I had shared and the truth is I will give up plenty to get closer to nature. I 'll be reading soon.

Bless.


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mljdgulley354 5 years ago

Sky, this story brought back other memories of raising chickens. Great story


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Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth. Author

Thank you my brethren, I am ready for those royalties that you get from doing good things . By the way did you as yet collected on what we spoke of?

Thanks for the truthful comment.

Bless


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Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

How did I miss this.. what a wonderful.. charming and delightful hub, i could picture this a cartoon where all the actions and reactions were visual vuoted up and awesome


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Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth. Author

Up Late JL. Sincere thanks to you for reading, the vote up, and your kind words of enjoyment.

We have quite a lot in common, just to hear how you remember the feel of those warm eggs, and they are that way usually. As kids we would race to see if the hens laid and how many, the amount of eggs leads up to the amount of young chickens.

What a significant thing to remember. That made me know you enjoyed you childhood. Your friends daddy almost sitting on his head. lol, A good and memorable childhood is the main foundation children draws strength from as they grow.

Give thanks, till we write again.


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Jackie Lynnley 5 years ago from The Beautiful South

I thoroughly enjoyed this. I had to love chickens from afar, my grandmother always acted as if one may kill me and since then I have seen people with them running around never penned up and no danger to anyone walking by! She lost six children out of thirteen at a very young age. Maybe that was why, but I remember the feel of warm eggs in my hands so she must have shared them with me some.

I think I will like reading you. Voted up.


jlald 5 years ago

Love for a pet, regardless of type, is priceless. Dogs are not the only creatures who are man's best friends!!


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Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth. Author

I thought you might have noticed "Bravo to you"

Much appreciation for your kind and willing help.

See how life is always in charge. My Mother smiled,and told me little more, I smiled, and it all started again with you.

"Mother Hen" was the same color as the one in the bottom pic.

Life will always be a beautiful thing!

You will be fine with vegetarianism, there are instant health benefits, you would see and love.

Thanks again 'AE" Blessings..


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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

Sky, This is a wonderful story. With your writing style, you were able to make Mother Hen precious. I could envision her and Percy. Animals want to live as much as we do, that's why i'm working diligently at being a vegetarian. You learned to put pictures on! Bravo...

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