This morning,
I took "Stinky", "the Penguin" and "Little Peep"
out to the barn for a visit with their older siblings...
(yeah, I know, their names...we'll not go into all that right now, k!?)
At first, 'everyone' was curious to see the Three Amigos...
stretching their little chicken-necks for a better,
...but still far-enough-away look.
Stinky
was happy to see them,
and stood as tall as he could on his one little leg,
balancing and twirling joyfully, peeping at everybody...
until finally tired, resting in the corner...
Little Peep
(who is yellow and hidden under Stinky in the picture above)
DID NOT LIKE
her siblings one little bit..
nope...she promptly dashed under Stinky's wing,
where she can usually be found.
(He has become a surrogate "mama" for all the newbies)
The Penguin
who is standing closest to a resting Stinky (in pic above)
was completely bewildered by the excitement.
he just kind of stood there, dumbfounded...
slowly,
"the Family" came closer,
and
that's when all chicken-hell broke loose!
The Family
must have decided that the Interlopers
would eat their food, and promptly began pecking at them,
in a complete frenzy of flapping and hollering
which now had the whole barnyard nuts!!
Little Peep knocked Stinky up-and-over in her mad-rush
to get the heck outta Dodge,
Stinky was squawking at the top of his tiny lungs~
and the Penguin,
still standing there frozen,
was bowled over by the now maniacal hysteria of a
small but powerful
Chicken Gang gone Mad.
I scooped them up,
shoved them in my bra
(not alot of room in there, folks)
and ran back to the farmhouse...
where I placed them, after many apologies,
and kisses on their little pecked-heads,
back into their safe, calm environment...
You can bet safely that these three will end up as
...House Chickens.
Peter will build a special coop for them,
but for now,
they will continue to live contendedly
in our laundry room/enclosed back porch...
sharing it, of course,
with
The Opossum Family
(update on them tomorrow!)
hoping your day is a calm and peaceful one,
with no rude interuptions, nice people and perhaps...
a little peck
from someone you hold Dear.
Blessings from the Farm,
Lori