Simon seems to have graciously acceded to the gray hen’s imperious use of him as farm transport. She hopped up on him today and hitched a ride to the outer pasture, where there were many bugs and seeds for her to eat. She cleaned his backside of ticks and dirt along the way, a payment perhaps for the ride.

I think she walked back, but I’m not sure. I think she is the new hen of entitlement. Simon is a sweetheart as long as you don’t go after his hay or grain or treats.