Hello Gardeners, I’m Amanda McNulty with Clemson Extension and Making It Grow. Our pet hen, Chickie Wimberly, was quite the enforcer. We had a half lab half bassett hound dog, Sally, take up with us who was a pain about getting under foot when we sat on the front porch; often to steal and hors d’oeuvre or, once, a piece of fried chicken out of daughter Lill’s hand. But Chickie Wimberly occasionally came through on patrol and she ran Sally off like nobody’s business. Getting to know that chicken was quite a learning experience in many ways; although the top of a chicken’s foot is scaly and rough, the bottom feels exactly like a the underside of a human’s hand. I once took her to see a dear friend who was dying. Her daughter wrote later that her mother couldn’t wait to tell visitors about the new experience that fool McNulty child had given her.