A Wandering Tom

Earlier this year…Spring, in fact, and only six days since Brother Crow‘s visit…a single, unaccompanied Tom came to say hello.

Or cluck hello.

A single Tom usually means the Hens are busy with their eggs. We were fortunate enough in our travels to see a proud Hen with some quite young (less than a week old) chicks flurrying around her.

They were grand.

We stopped traffic in both directions though. She was taking them across a road. I encouraged her not to.

She agreed, gathered them, and hurried back into The Wild.

Drivers flashed their lights, gave us a thumbs-up, and waited patiently.

It’s a good thing.