Molly mumbles. She keeps a running commentary all the time, punctuated with the occasional, really short "honk" sound. It's like she's gossiping, telling me all the stories of the day. If she gets excited, she honks. If she's being ignored, she honks. Then she clucks and buh boks and mumbles, almost like she's whining about something.
"Brenda thinks she's the only one around here who can lay The Best Egg. I'm so tired of her announcing her latest egg, as if it were made of gold or better than any of ours. And that Charlie dances around her far too much for his own good. She's such a floozy, have you seen her back? Huh! Rebecca is the bestest Hen of all, she deserves all her status. She's nice to me. Carl sure loves her, but I have seen him mount other hens. Huh! Oh, he's mounted me a few times too, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do in this flock. That little Barbie is so cute. Too bad her first egg had no shell! Poor thing! So surprising too. Huh! Those ducks sure are annoying. Pushy, too. Huh!
Where do those chicks think they're going? Into the meadow without their mother like that? That's dangerous! Huh!"