A Michigan woman tells how she raised chickens for farm fresh eggs, and relates a humorous anecdote about a close encounter with one of her family farm's roosters.
Having lived on our family farm during my 21 short years of life, I have lots of memories of happenings and accidents. We have always had a coop full of chickens so that we have our own farm fresh eggs. And of course we always have some roosters in the flock too.
One warm forenoon, when I was just a small girl of 3, I was standing by the chicken coop, which is across the driveway from the house. All of a sudden our rooster saw me and must have decided I was just the right size to attack. Up he jumped on top of my head, where he began a pecking and a scratching. Pretty soon I was bleeding, so of course I hollered for my mama, who was up by the house. She came running to my rescue, and it didn't take that old rooster very long to decide to run for cover after seeing Mama's quick slashing hands. I wasn't seriously hurt, just awfully scared!
Barbara M. Graber
Back in 1955 a call went out from the editors of the then Capper’s Weekly asking for readers to send in articles on true pioneers. Hundreds of letters came pouring in from early settlers and their children, many now in their 80s and 90s, and from grandchildren of settlers, all with tales to tell. So many articles were received that a decision was made to create a book, and in 1956, the first My Folks title – My Folks Came in a Covered Wagon – hit the shelves. Nine other books have since been published in the My Folks series, all filled to the brim with true tales from Capper’s readers, and we are proud to make those stories available to our growing online community.
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