Aurora the Mighty: Our Feathered Foodie
Every farm has its gentle giants—those big, lovable animals whose personalities are as large as their appetites. At Sisterly Farms, that title goes to Aurora, our queen of brown eggs and self-declared connoisseur of everything edible.
Aurora doesn’t just eat.
She dines.
Frequently.
With gusto.
Aurora
Farm to (Feathered) Table
Aurora is, without question, the biggest hen in our flock. Her favorite activity? Eating. Her second favorite? Waiting to eat again. You’ll find her waddling over the moment she hears a scoop of feed hit the tin. But what really makes her eyes sparkle?
A bright red 5-gallon bucket.
Enter: The Bucket of Doom
In our garage, we occasionally get a few uninvited visitors—field mice. To keep things humane (and poison-free), we use a classic bucket trap: a ramp leading into a seed-lined bucket where the mice fall in and wait to be released. Or so they think.
Because to Aurora, this isn’t a trap.
It’s a buffet.
The second she spots that red bucket in hand, she goes full food-fanatic mode. We don’t know how she knows, but she knows. And she sprints—yes, sprints—straight for it like she’s clocking in for work.
Mouse? What Mouse?
Once we gently tip the bucket and the mice make a run for it, Aurora springs into action like a hawk in hen’s clothing. She darts, she lunges, she flaps those heavy wings with dramatic flair. No hesitation. No mercy.
She claims her prize with the confidence of a chicken who’s been preparing for this moment her whole life. And once she has it?
Let’s just say… the other hens know better than to get between Aurora and her lunch.
The Farm’s Most Unexpected Predator
So yes, while she lays perfect brown eggs and looks like she could be in a cozy countryside calendar, Aurora also happens to be the unofficial rodent control officer at Sisterly Farms.
Elegant? Maybe.
Efficient? Absolutely.
A little terrifying? Also yes.
Here’s to Aurora:
Big, bold, brown-egg-laying, bucket-chasing chicken of legend.
Proof that farm life isn’t always soft and fluffy.
Sometimes it’s fast, feathered, and out for mice.
