I like cute puppies and loyal ducks, but I like my cute little hen the most.
It has a red comb on its head, a pointed beak, a yellow circle on both sides of its head, and a small tail that curls up and down when walking. It has yellow feathers and often lays eggs, so I named it "Egg Yolk".
Later the "egg yolk" hatched a group of little chicks. I wanted to feed them millet. Grandpa said: "The chicks want to eat rice." "Why?" I asked. Grandpa replied: "Because the chickens are small and can't eat hard millet, they eat rice." I understood. I sprinkled the rice on the ground for the chickens to eat. "Egg Yolk" didn't eat the rice, but just waited on it, like a restaurant. Just like the waiter in the house. When it sees other chickens coming to peck at the baby chicken's rice, "yolk" darts away, the feathers on its neck stand up, and pecks the foreign chickens until their feathers fall down. Even the big rooster is afraid of it.
"Egg Yolk" took the chicken to the backyard to catch insects. "Egg Yolk" dug the soil left and right with its pointed claws, and cooed while digging, as if teaching the chick to catch bugs. When it found a bug, it cooed, as if calling the chickens to eat the bugs. It picked out the bugs in the soil and pecked them a few times, and then gave them to the chickens to eat.
At night, "Egg Yolk" found a warm place. It spread its wings and the chicks hid under its wings. "Egg Yolk" hugged the main chick tightly, and its wings were like a quilt, covering the chicks. This was when the little hen turned into a fat hen, but the chicks disappeared, only "chichichichichichi" was heard. ..."
My "Egg Yolk" is really the most motherly chicken!