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The big girls keeping the little girls company.

It doesn’t work so great in black and white, as the big girls formed a big, floppy, happy boneless chicken pile in the warm sun, every girl trying to get her beak under her neighbor, so they look like headless piles of feathers. They do this like babychicks trying to shelter under a mamachick; I think it’s the chicken version of kittenish play.

Make no mistake: once the little girls are free, there will be peckings and squawkings and jockeying for position, but this is how the socializing process starts.

The main thing I’m worried about is the little girls flying up into a tree. They fly well when they’re little. I cut myself to ribbons getting Maggie and Coco out of a blackberry bramble once.

On a related note, Vita’s butt totally looks like a delicious artichoke.


Comment from AliceH
Time: April 19, 2016, 11:50 pm

Is the problem with them being in the trees that they’ll come down at a bad time and be spotted by a fox before being recovered by a weasel?

Also, as much time as I’ve spent watching nature documentaries, it’s odd that never once have I heard David Attenborough even hint at the possibility of chickens roosting in trees. That seems a grave oversight, if you ask me.

Comment from AliceH
Time: April 19, 2016, 11:51 pm

Oh, also YAY, Chick Pics!

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: April 20, 2016, 3:21 am

Is there something low in the garden that the girls could roost upon? Like a jungle gym for chickens 🙂

Comment from OldFert
Time: April 20, 2016, 3:36 am

The couple of times we had chicks, we would trim the wing feathers to keep them from flying until they got too heavy for any altitude. Didn’t cut too close to the quick, so they still looked OK, just couldn’t do more than flap-hop.

Comment from dissent555
Time: April 20, 2016, 7:37 pm



One of these things will eventually start trending on teh Twitter.

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