Horny Hens

You may have read a recent blog entry, “Senor Rooster Arrives”. He arrived via UPS as a surprise gift in a long box. We held him. We carried him as we walked around the yard. When he was officially introduced to the ‘girls’, we stood him alongside their run. His manly chest, large comb and wattles must have struck a cord (or something hormonal) with the girls. They paraded around in a circle, passing in front of him. Queen B led the parade. When she was directly in front of him, she lengthened her neck and lifted her head in a strange chicken salute. After the girls had made 3-4 rounds honoring Senor Rooster, they laid down in front of him in a staggered formation, forming a diagonal line, looking like a platter of four folded soft tacos. Each girl had her right leg extended, her right shoulder and wing dropped as if she were wearing an off-the-shoulder peasant blouse. Each looked over her shoulder at Senor Rooster, whose painted black eyes were looking straight ahead.

Raging hormones make even the sweetest little debutantes turn into hussies. [No photos taken of the initial rendezvous. Photo above on left is Arriauna 'presenting' as Henny makes a tall salute. Photo on right is Hecky voyeuring, Arriauna and Henny 'presenting.']