Cliques have formed
Not really, but the chickens split into two camps the last time we let them out. It’s like a reality show, so this is probably all the doings of the producers. Like Paradise Hotel, but for chickens. Remember Paradise Hotel?
Initially, they clumped as usual. They’re really looking like grown-ass chickens these days. One of the Mandrell Sisters has her comb getting really developed. Not that you can see it here.
Then one group headed into the front yard, while the other stayed in the “bushes” as Graham calls it, which is anything that is not yard, mainly the overgrowth of pricker bushes and bittersweet.
We didn’t have to do much wrangling this time to get them back in, so my arms continue to heal from last time. A guy I work with was freaked out by my arm and asked if it was o.k. “Yeah, it’s fine, it was just a chicken,” I said, and that was totally not the response he was expecting.
Boss chicken imitates his reaction here:
What’s almost as hilarious as the chickens is Batman here trying to pet them.
