Boomer and His Chicken: A Love Story

Boomer and his chicken. Giving Hallmark movies a run for their money.

Meet Boomer. He’s a young wether—chunky, cheerful, and just smart enough to open the feed bin if I forget to latch it. He’s got that mischievous sparkle in his eye that says, “I know you said no, but I’m going to do it anyway.”

And this… this is his chicken. Not a chicken. His chicken.

She follows him around like she signed a lifetime contract. Wherever Boomer goes, she’s one step behind, clucking away like a feathered bodyguard. If he lies down, she fluffs out beside him. If he gets up, she does too. If he chews hay, she pecks delicately, as if they’re sharing a candlelit dinner for two—minus the candles and with considerably more chewing.

And Boomer? He’s not just tolerating her—he’s proud of her. The other goats tried to get too close once, and Boomer hip-checked them so hard you’d think he was auditioning for the NHL. He’s protective, watchful, and maybe a little smug about his unusual partnership.

They’re inseparable. I didn’t plan it, didn’t encourage it, and certainly didn’t expect it. But here we are: a goat in a committed relationship with a chicken. Some people have emotional support animals. Boomer has a poultry pal with attitude.

I keep waiting for them to have a spat, but so far, they’re a model of barnyard harmony. Maybe they understand each other. Maybe they’re just two oddballs who found their match. Either way, I’ve learned not to question it.

Because on a farm, “normal” packed its bags and left a long time ago. Around here, if a goat wants a chicken best friend, I just refill the hay rack, toss a little scratch grain, and let love do its thing.

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