Ebony watched her brother. Oh nope, his brother, not her brother. It seemed to be clear now, Ebony was no longer a pullet, and never was. Ebony puffed out at the cold. Ebony thought of an idea. Seeing it was so cold out, why not make use of his brother Dixon's warmth? Dixon of course, complained. But of course, didn't dare jumpy down, seeing that there was some mean looking hens down there, eyeing the new birds from below... Besides, there was yellow pokey grass, it was pretty unnerving. What will the young chicks and the flock think to do next?