The boys came trundling out of their new house in the morning to start a long day marching up and down along the fence separating them from the girls, like they were picketing Jericho. The girls are inside the orange fence, the roosters are inside the white fence.
All day, back and forth. In one day they tamped down a groove in the dirt along that fence.They took breaks for shade, and food, but barely.
On the girls’ side, it was all How’s the serenity? Some hens are whiny and indignant because they’re always whiny and easily offended, but on the whole the mood was completely new over there, relaxed and curious. They were lounging, and scratching, catching up on a heavy schedule of digging holes and meditation, contemplating the sticks right in front of them. They went to bed earlier and laid more eggs. It was much quieter.
It was high time to get the roos out of there. It sneaks up. They’re just cute little chicks, until one day, they’re hair-pulling jerks. The hens were prancing around and sunbathing right in front of the guys. Ok, now you’re just taunting them.