Minnie was once a feral kitten, she grew up in the big barn at the old Bedlam Farm. We sometimes think she sees herself as  a hen, they grew up with her, she slept with them, they are her community, in a way. Hens don’t usually hang around with dogs or cats, but Minnie is happy to share the Fiber Chair on the porch with the gray hen, who sits clucking next to her and tells her stories of the chicken world.