The chicks in our brooder coop have reached that stage of chicken adolescence when they all start to look a little like Bill the Cat.


Bill the Cat

They’ve also taken to hopping up on the top of their waterer, so that when they poop (and they are prodigious producers of poo), their droppings fall directly into the water intended for them to drink.

Just one of the seemingly countless reasons that a favorite expression around here is (said while shaking head and sighing): “Chickens.”