There's something about the mannerisms. The frantic flapping, the funny noises, the little legs running wildly... Amusing is the word to use for chickens.
Tonight I went into the coop to shut the door to the little run and close the window, and they were about to crash for the night. Apparently I looked like a good place to roost because they all were pretty happy to jump up on me and go for a cuddle. Even Willow, who is usually the biggest baby and has never jumped up on my hand before. Usually I get close to her and she let's out her characteristic, "Rrrr rrrr rrrr rrrr rrr!!!!" Not tonight. It was cuddle time.
Friday, A Decade Later
3 years ago
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