The old girls have been settling in happily chatting, eating bugs and compost, hanging out in the last of the sun, and generally enjoying themselves.
That changed today.
I brought home 5 of 15 hens someone gave me, and the new girls clustered together with their backs to the center, eyeing the Aunties with suspicion. Pearl had to let one of the upstarts know who the alpha girl is on the property, but otherwise, they have left each other alone.
The originals complained though. Muttering peppered with vocalizations of outrage and protest.
Cleaning up the coop day, just in time for it to get messier faster with more chickens, I found 6 eggs, and having the impression that the girls had closed down shop, I was surprised, but happy to be able to hand eggs over to people again.
They will probably knock it off now that there are strangers about, and a clique of girls who all went to summer camp together and have their own stories, don't want to hear anything from the elders, no directions, no tips or criticisms.
Tomorrow when there are even more chickens added to the flock, I expect more questions about when it will stop.
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