This story starts when I get the idea that it is time to scoop the coop, so to speak. I scoop their brooder at least once a day (they are in a 6' diameter hot tub frame)...well they are going on 7 weeks old now and I needed to scoop again this evening. I approach the brooder with scoop in hand, roll back the wire top (put on strictly to keep them from flying everywhere) and I am greeted by this... This is the "Treat Patrol"...as you can see they are looking for a treat. My little spoiled SLW came right up close and personal looking for the treat... Then the realization that I have no treat but the dreaded and feared SCOOPER begins to set in and suspicious looks begin to fly: Spoiled SLW realizes what is going on and refuses to let me touch her. She has a strong "NO Treat...No Petting"policy. I cave! I go to the kitchen and fix a nice bowl of applesauce and starter and return to appease the girls... As I am trying to scoop...the escapees begin to fly the coop...literally Notice the three looking up like they are the good girls and behaving... Do not let those three fool you...they are just as bad as the other three. The chicken corral begins....the fugitives are captured and their mug shots are taken for future reference... Speckles...tries to throw me off by pretending she is a parrot Sandy giving her best "I am THE Chicken" imitation Molly giving me the 'I know I am a big girl but the other two MADE ME DO IT....HONESTLY' look Well MAMA ain't buying it little sista. They are all back in, brooder is scooped and they are full happy girls. I wonder what tomorrow will bring with this crew? I wonder what they will think we they get 25 sisters in a couple of months....Oh I think they shall not like it at all. These 6 are spoiled and spoiled rotten. And I DID IT! I love my girlies.