17/03/2026
Hi, it’s Freeda here ( you know, “FREEDA ROAM”) #138
I was relating my life story to some of the younger girls here at Out ’N’ About eggs to show them I wasn’t always a bossy old fossil as they call me. After that first move out of the barn, life moved on at a rapid pace. I learned to know Mum’s calls, to find shade in the middle of the day and to run for cover when it started raining. While my upbringing was ideal, life on the farm wasn’t without its dangers. If the alarm was given that there was a hawk or eagle circling, or a fox skulking about at dusk or even just a storm coming through, we were taught to take shelter under Mum or run for the barn. As the weeks turned to months, I became more independent. Without really noticing, my fluffy down turned into a mat of sleek feathers and my little chick “peeps” turn into “clucks”. I’ve been aware of the young roosters that are about the farm for a while. I hear them learning to crow at sunrise and see them strutting around the yard.
I hadn’t really taken much interest until I saw HIM.. Iridescent black and emerald feathers with a bright red comb and the biggest set of dangling wattles I’ve ever seen. I’m Smitten! I’ll have to find out his name.
Till Next Time, Freeda.
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