Watching chickens is like watching a soap opera.
Picked up 26 new (born Friday!) Buff Orpingtons from the town Post Office on Monday.
The chick box at night is like a huge slumber party where two thirds of the kids have had too much ice cream, and the other third just wants to get to sleep.
A bunch of the birds will be napping soundly, and one rambunctious one will make a flying leap into their midst and disrupt them. Sometimes one will be standing there, and her little head will slowly rest on the ground, beak first. It's great to see them all sleepily swaying on their tiny legs. Their feet and heads are disproportionately (and adorably) much larger than their bodies. They yawn and stretch and make little flurried chirping sounds late into the night. The cats are fascinated, as am I!
These being my chicken thoughts the past few days. more later, hopefully with pictures!
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