Oliver Douglas
Songster
- Mar 25, 2015
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When I put the four chickens (10 weeks) into the coop from the tractor, they climb up into the box to settle in...you would think peace and quiet. Nope, They spend a good ten minutes discussing sleeping arrangements...."Not there, that's my spot. Nope, I get the window this time. Who wants to sleep next to the rooster...he just ate a big bug...ewww. Nope, I want a spot where the air blows in....who pooped on the roost here? That was MY spot!!!" More rattling around, a flurry of wings beating. Then, silence. Hello, darkness my old friend...