In the past the chickens have enjoyed spending time outside. When I would approach their hatch door to open it, they would race up the ramp, jostling to be first out. Once outside they happily comingled with the ducks.
his ill-fated sister. Even at their young age they loved racing outside and playing in the grass or the mud.
But something has happened.
Now the only ones who race outside are Ari Duckass, the Wacky Quackers, the striped mama hen and her babies, and the roosters. Why do all the others hang back?
I pondered the question. Could there have been an incident with a dog or a cat? Possibly, but the fence does not appear to have been damaged in any way. Maybe a hawk flyover? Always a risk, but again, no evidence. What I needed was evidence. And then I saw this:
And I knew that Busy Solitude Farm has joined the legions of institutions across the nation that must address the problem of bullying. And so I say to the chickens,