How They can Tug at Your Heart
As the sun set last night, I was busy unloading groceries from the car so I missed actual roosting time, although in my defense, the flock roosted earlier than usual. So as I was heading out to watch roosting, they were done.
As I was walking out, I heard a little voice call out.
Phyllis was roosted in the run and she had seen me coming.
She jumped off of the roost and ran to my feet calling to me the whole way. I squatted down to see her and she chattered away. I can only guess, telling me what the mean Aurora had done to her. Once she settled, I scooped her up, soothed her a little and then placed her on the roost in the house.
Hattie quickly shuffled away from the door, apparently now aware of what the routine is and all was quiet.
Phyllis gets her own roost in the coop today.