Feeling like a tree

I am aware that being a pet lover needs some patience. Feeding is one thing. Giving food to my pets has trained me to understand that they have their biological clock. If I am late in feeding them, they will be louder than usual.

Playing time is another thing. I don't need to spend longer time to play with my cats since they sleep for almost the whole day. But hanging out with my little chickens is a totally different thing. Just sitting down under a water apple tree while looking at all my chickens walking here and there near me feels like playing with them.

I often feel kind of silly when I have to sit still while the little chickens are about to come up to my shoulders and head just to rest their butts. 

Maybe they think that I am a big tree and they need my branches to sit on, avoiding the attacks from bigger chickens.

While sitting, they like to clean their own body by picking their feathers and then standing a minute to be able to shake their body, letting all their dirt and dead skin fall on to my body.

They also often peck my face, my hair, my ears, and my clothes. And I just stay quiet because I pretend to be a tree. The longer they sit on me, the bigger the possibility they poop on my clothes. And there I am, dirty and happy.