Dumpling, the Light Brahma, happened to be on the far side of the pen from her sisters when I walked over carrying a plate with some table scraps on it.
Apparently afraid that she might miss out on something, she labored into the air, beating her wings furiously with a sound like a cargo helicopter and achieving a height of 18 inches.

Apparently afraid that she might miss out on something, she labored into the air, beating her wings furiously with a sound like a cargo helicopter and achieving a height of 18 inches.
