"Let me out! Let me out!" (translation of "bruckkkkakkkaakka"). "We've been cooped up in this toasty warm chicken house for four days. Let me out!" they insist repeatedly. I try to rationalize with them. "Girls, we've had 18 inches of snow. Where do you think you'll go?"
"Bruckkkakkaaka!"
So I shovelled a path from their coop to the driveway so that they could stretch their legs, strut their stuff, and flap their wings. "Cockadoodledooooo!" PrettyBoy announces. I think that's "thank you" in rooster language.
Today's Journey Joy: Adventurous chickens
