Little Buff, or Jimmy as I call him, is our young Buff Orpington Rooster. Seems he drew the short stick in the hierarchy of chicken life. Big Buff has all the ladies to himself as his confidence and size wins them over without challenge from Jimmy. Jimmy is content to follow along while BB and his harem search the pasture for tempting morsels. The warmer weather has hatched a few from their winter slumber. Enjoying the mild temperatures, my husband and I sat on the porch and watched the birds as they worked their way toward us. All seemed peaceful in the chicken kingdom. Everyone was scratching and searching, snatching a bug here and there. The boxwood bush near the house was a favorite for its green leaves. Jimmy was preoccupied with the leaves and got a little too close to one of the hens. She gave him a good pecking on the head. He squawked and ran away looking for a place to hide. Haha. Now I understand the true meaning of hen pecked.
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