We let the chickens out of the coop for the first time yesterday. With vast acres of backyard at their disposal, they didn't care to go far. Queen Omelettedala, the biggest and bravest of our brood, took the first steps out onto the fresh grass, heading straight to the dusty garden plot beside the coop. The rest followed her lead, and there they frolicked for the next few hours. The Broussard fam all gathered to watch the hens fight for the best dust bathing locations. The best location for each chicken was coincidentally always where another chicken was already sitting. The spectacle of wings pumping dust clouds like bellows to chimney smoke was pretty hypnotizing. And as if they were not already in hen heaven, Mom brought out some strawberries for them to munch on, which they seemed to enjoy. But I must say, nothing has triggered wild ravenous competition like the single cutworm that Omelettedala dug up in the garden. No more by-hand cutworm squishing for me!
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