Many mornings I have to remind myself to quit watching the animals and move a long. They are so entertaining. One particular group has me enthralled currently. They are a group of 4 week old light Brahma pullets. They aren't exactly cute and fuzzy chicks any more. They are at the teen awkward pullet stage. There is still some fuzz mixed in with those new feathers. They don't cluck. They still peep, and if you've been around a group of peeping chicks, you know how incessant and demanding those little peeps can be.
Their pen is near our side door. Every morning when I step out that door I hear them peeping. "Are you coming yet?" "We are waiting." It isn't that they are hungry. They aren't thirsty. They aren't even cold. What these little girls want is to get out of their pen. They want to run, and try their wings. They want to scratch, eat bugs, and taste the grasses they find. They want me to come open the dang door.
I grab my bucket of feed. They don't really care much about that. Their feeder isn't empty. As I approach their door and fill the feeder, they all huddle in the back of the pen. I grab their waterer, and start to walk away. They are waiting. Waiting for me to get far enough away that it is safe. If I hadn't turned around, I would have missed the show.
Yes, this is my daily entertainment. Every morning, I step back, and I wait for the Brahma show. Every morning, it brings a smile to my face.
