Chicken Hearted

They meant it as an insult once. Chicken hearted. As if loving something gentle and ridiculous and entirely dependent on you for their morning scratch was something to be ashamed of. But here you are — out in the yard before coffee, talking to a bird who tilts her head like she understands every word, and honestly maybe she does — and you wouldn't trade a single muddy morning of it. Half heart. Half chicken. Completely, unapologetically yours. Chicken Hearted is for the people who feel something real when they walk out to the coop, who name every single one despite being told not to, and who have accepted that their flock has permanently rearranged their priorities in the best possible way. A simple line drawing that says everything without trying too hard — just like the best kind of love always does. Soft, comfortable, and worn closest to the heart it was made for. 🐔💖