Chicken purrs

One of the loveliest sounds of joy

Is the gentle purr of a chook

Yes, chickens do purr, in a cluck kind of whirl

And it’s the best in every book.

Take Raven, our happy, black feathered friend

Who helps in the garden each day.

I pull out the weeds and do other deeds

Then she helps all the bugs go away.

Wherever I go, she’s not far behind

Waiting for the best, clearest view.

I’ll pull out a clump, grass, roots, dirt lump

Then she’s there, she knows what to do.

From upturned soil they scatter far

Earwigs, aphids and slugs

But Raven’s eagle eye spots them all

A huge range of the yummiest bugs.

All the other chickens in my backyard flock

They like to do their own things

But Raven’s smart. She plays her part.

She knows the treats our work brings.

When we take a break and sit in the sun

Raven hunkers down at my feet.

And before very long, I start hearing her song

That low rumbling cluck that’s so sweet.

What this means to me, as we work as a team

Removing each gardening pest

Is we use no poisons, chems or toxins.

Chookie control is the very best.

But it’s also my friend doing her bit

As I turn the weeds and the soil

A healthy repast from first light to last

With Raven, it's never a toil!