They meet as if they were boxers.
It begins with the dance, circling each other
with a quick jab or two as they size up their opponent.
One backs off only to lunge forward with a quick
blow to the beak, the other sidestepping and
throwing an unexpected left.
But after all the pecking, the confrontation, the drama . . .
they are nothing but sleepy little chickens, eyes
closing as they slowly melt into a restful slumber.
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When they are still cute!
The same thing just happened here, too funny! Sleep makes them forget to think that they are "bad to the bone"!
"Cheep" entertainment!
Happy April! :-)
Beautiful little chicks !
Please feel better soon !
It's that time here, too. I have about five hens being broody, and who knows how many others are out in the woods under a blown down tree or the like. I won't know until the mothers start bringing their chicks in to the yard to eat.
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