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It was a dark and stormy night...
Oh, wait, wrong story. hee hee
From a young chickens point of view, it was the time of day when the sun started to sink to the ground. When the sun was just above the trees, the biggest little rooster's kids would start running in and out of the coop. Just before the sun fell all the way to the ground, it would be brighter outside than it was inside the coop.
The kids had no problems admitting to each other that they didn't like the dark. They would take turns running to the little door and peeking in, as if by magic it might suddenly get less dark in there. Some days, the sun would suddenly drop like an anvil in a roadrunner cartoon, and the kids would be left in darkness. They would huddle together and wait.
Mamma D. babied them, whether she admitted it or not. Almost every night before it got as dark outside as it was inside, Mamma D. would plug in the light, and leave it on long enough for them to get a before bed snack, and settle themselves on the roosts. The kids sure loved Mamma D.
In the mornings, they would watch out the window, and as soon as they saw Mamma D. coming out, they would jump down off the roosts and go huddle by the little door. When the door opened, they would come piling out like clowns out of a little car.
If there was treats, the kids would run to the treat bowl first. If there was no treats, they would just run around in circles, jumping and flapping their wings.
The daily routine was pretty simple. Run, flap, jump, scratch, peck. Jump, roost, jump and fly, run, flap, jump, scratch, peck. Then there was preening, then nap time. After nap, it was a repeat of the same, until it was time for the second nap.
For fun, they chased each other around, and played "sumo wrestling". BB didn't like playing Sumo Wrestler. She was too much a girly girl.
Another thing they liked to do was to tease the Girls and the Ladies. The Kids would line up at the fence and pretend they were scratching and finding bugs and worms. The Girls and Ladies would line up on the other side of the fence, trying to get at the bugs on the other side. When they realized they had been tricked, they all scolded the kids at once.
For anyone wandering by, it would be quite a sight- 10 chickens lined up on one side of a fence making a huge ruckus squawking at 5 little chickens on the other side of the fence. Even a non-chickenlover would have to stop and laugh at that.
Hardy had the Girls and the Ladies wrapped around his little crooked toe. They loved him. Everyone thought of Hardy as the Biggest Little Rooster, Jr. And he truly was- not only because he acted like his dad, but because he was the largest of the little flock.
McScreamy was a little jealous of Hardy. He felt left out and ignored. Every once in a while, he was tempted to throw a temper tantrum. He should be getting a lot more attention. Not only was he the baby of the flock, but he was pure white, and should have been very noticable in a flock of reddish gold. Mamma D. would tell him he was handsome, and call him her little guy, but that didn't count for much. Mamma D. wasn't a chicken. It's nice to be loved by the humans, but that had no pull in the flock dynamics.
For now, it was fine, because there was no established leader because of their age.( Even though they all knew Hardy would be leader) But they were now two and a half months old. It was almost time to start acting like a man. McScreamy would have to come up with an idea, and fast.
Oh, wait, wrong story. hee hee
From a young chickens point of view, it was the time of day when the sun started to sink to the ground. When the sun was just above the trees, the biggest little rooster's kids would start running in and out of the coop. Just before the sun fell all the way to the ground, it would be brighter outside than it was inside the coop.
The kids had no problems admitting to each other that they didn't like the dark. They would take turns running to the little door and peeking in, as if by magic it might suddenly get less dark in there. Some days, the sun would suddenly drop like an anvil in a roadrunner cartoon, and the kids would be left in darkness. They would huddle together and wait.
Mamma D. babied them, whether she admitted it or not. Almost every night before it got as dark outside as it was inside, Mamma D. would plug in the light, and leave it on long enough for them to get a before bed snack, and settle themselves on the roosts. The kids sure loved Mamma D.
In the mornings, they would watch out the window, and as soon as they saw Mamma D. coming out, they would jump down off the roosts and go huddle by the little door. When the door opened, they would come piling out like clowns out of a little car.
If there was treats, the kids would run to the treat bowl first. If there was no treats, they would just run around in circles, jumping and flapping their wings.
The daily routine was pretty simple. Run, flap, jump, scratch, peck. Jump, roost, jump and fly, run, flap, jump, scratch, peck. Then there was preening, then nap time. After nap, it was a repeat of the same, until it was time for the second nap.
For fun, they chased each other around, and played "sumo wrestling". BB didn't like playing Sumo Wrestler. She was too much a girly girl.
Another thing they liked to do was to tease the Girls and the Ladies. The Kids would line up at the fence and pretend they were scratching and finding bugs and worms. The Girls and Ladies would line up on the other side of the fence, trying to get at the bugs on the other side. When they realized they had been tricked, they all scolded the kids at once.
For anyone wandering by, it would be quite a sight- 10 chickens lined up on one side of a fence making a huge ruckus squawking at 5 little chickens on the other side of the fence. Even a non-chickenlover would have to stop and laugh at that.
Hardy had the Girls and the Ladies wrapped around his little crooked toe. They loved him. Everyone thought of Hardy as the Biggest Little Rooster, Jr. And he truly was- not only because he acted like his dad, but because he was the largest of the little flock.
McScreamy was a little jealous of Hardy. He felt left out and ignored. Every once in a while, he was tempted to throw a temper tantrum. He should be getting a lot more attention. Not only was he the baby of the flock, but he was pure white, and should have been very noticable in a flock of reddish gold. Mamma D. would tell him he was handsome, and call him her little guy, but that didn't count for much. Mamma D. wasn't a chicken. It's nice to be loved by the humans, but that had no pull in the flock dynamics.
For now, it was fine, because there was no established leader because of their age.( Even though they all knew Hardy would be leader) But they were now two and a half months old. It was almost time to start acting like a man. McScreamy would have to come up with an idea, and fast.