Adventures of Henri the Chicken
We were startled when the brush of uluhe ferns began to shiver.
Out of the lush green vegetation a very young chicken flew aimlessly to us.
Was it a female? It was too early to know if the young chicken was a pullet.
Was it a male? It was too early to know if the young chicken was a cockerel.
We had no idea if the young bird needed a family.
But we knew this skimpy feathered chicken needed to be fed and cared for. What do we feed a young chicken? Will the chicken leave tomorrow? Should we give the chicken a name?
(The Adventures of Henri continues…)