A dozen little ducks,
are pretty excited,
as am I.
they are regal in their markings.
To paraphrase Robert Munch - Chickens are smarter than you think.
I didn't realize this.
So the chickens, they got out.
Chickens on window ledges,
Chickens on the stairs,
Chickens in the kitchen (priceless - the look on the puppy's face as he ran tail between legs into his crate)
I picked hatchling no 5 up out of his baby swing to keep him out of harms way. Not having turned the swing it off.
The cockerel perched on the baby gate, leapt onto the swing, and rode it like some sort of poultry surf board. He looked pretty pleased with himself.
The girls freaked... seriously... freaked right out.
Hatchling no 4 and I were in stitches on the floor.
Hatchlings no 1 through 3 charged upstairs screaming.
Hatchling no2 was shrieking 'Whaaaa! We are all going to diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!
I gently explained that these chickens were their favorite food, and not the other way around.
The three girls are still hidden beneath a duvet, completely unconvinced.