Cheeks is eating hay. Consuming it, like a cow. I got some new hay bales and she’s up on one, picking it apart and eating the hay. Like spaghetti. You got a problem with me eating hay?! I didn’t think so.
Cheeks has turned out to be a bit bossy, and quite a loner. She doesn’t have a little hen clique; not that I’m sure how important that is to chicken mental health. I was hoping that she would make friends with Puffcheeks, one of her kind and a distant relation. But not so far. Puffcheeks has been sticking to the Barred Rocks she knows.
It appears that Phillippe Petit came out on top, as he is still playing guardian to the new girls. Particularly pompously, I might add. He’s very important now. It’s good to see him food clucking and surveying his domain, though. I like him and want him to turn out well.