Our Chickens
We have a mother hen and many little chickens.
We keep the chickens in a barn.
When the chickens were very young they looked like fluffy balls.
Every day they go out in the yard.
The mother hen takes care of them.
We lost some of our chickens.
Some were weak and died.
The rats killed some of the chickens.
The mother hen stepped on one.
A board fell on one chicken and killed it.
But we still have many baby chickens.
Mother and I feed the chickens.
When the chickens were smaller, we gave them milk and oatmeal.
Now we feed them corn.
We throw the corn on the ground.
When the chickens see us, they come running to the place where we are standing.
They are always glad to get something to eat.
At night the little chicks cuddle under the mother hen’s wings.