At the break of dawn, Tiger slipped out into the quiet run. This morning, he had gotten up eaarly so he could crow. He inflated his lungs and tried as hard as he could to crow. It sounded like a chick screaming. He sighed. He wasn't old enough to crow. He watched as Elliot strutted down the ramp and crowed magestically, waking Big-person and all the hens.
"morning, Mabel!" called Pumpkin. "good morning" responded Mabel, pouring herself some scratch and adding oyster shell. The morning routine had changed considerably since the flocks had been intigrated. Instead of four hens having a quiet conversation over breakfast, The day started when Elliot crowed. Breakfast was a noisy, crowded affair, with eight hens at the outside feeders, and eight at the inside ones.