Thursday, April 3, 2014

The Meeting

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.


Sunnybrook Farm said...

When they are still cute!

Melanie said...

The same thing just happened here, too funny! Sleep makes them forget to think that they are "bad to the bone"!

Gorges Smythe said...

"Cheep" entertainment!

LindaG said...

Happy April! :-)

JaneofVirginia said...

Beautiful little chicks !
Please feel better soon !

Harry Flashman said...

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.