The chickens are hilarious. I stepped on to the porch to see what all the commotion was about and found about 20 hens, one full-sized immaculately white rooster, and a tiny yellow rooster with black tail feathers whose cry sounds more like a funny little song. His name is Pedro and he is quite bold, especially at feeding time. I thought there would be a riot when the shelter staff told the feathered crowd that feeding time was over.
For now, I'm city-girl-giddy over just about everything.