So today I turned the chickens loose to freerange for the first time in weeks, if not months. My flockette of 6 hens & 1 teen roo immediately took themsleves to a favorite spot under some tall pine trees for some good scratching. While I watched, I saw - through the pine branches - my little guy doing his first Dance of Looooooove - dropped one wing and circled his Hen of Choice. She ignored him completely. Hope springs eternal, eh?