During the late-1970s, my first wife persuaded me to buy a small property in Kundibakh, roughly 20 minutes out of Taree in New South Wales. We had a Friesian cow and a Jersey cow to provide the best milk ever, two Dobermans to oversee the house paddock, and some chickens that wandered about the house acre all day while we went to work.
After work, as I made my way up the drive, the chooks would all rush down and run alongside the car as a bid to welcome me home. It was a magnificent sight!
We had regular chickens as well as silkies and rehabilitated battery chooks who were so happy with a free life. Their daily eggs were the best, we would sell a dozen each day in the shop where I worked.
Our chooks were so tame. My favourite chook would perch on my shoulder and sleep while we’d have dinner, even when we had chicken.