We picked up eight banty peepers today.
And then I thought I'd try an adoption experiment.
So I sent the boys out to the coop to retrieve our nicest hen.
And put her in.I explained to her that the babies needed a mother and she was all...
I don't think so and then...
No way lady.
Then she looked at me all begging like please get me out a here.
Suddenly I noticed signs of depression
|none of the peepers were hurt|
and then she lashed out at one of the chicks.
Her breaking point.
So we took her back to the coop where she could blab to all her fancy friends about the ordeal.
And I said to her...
"you really are a chicken"
and then strutted away feeling kinda proud of myself.