The Silence of the Chickens

Every time the hens get moved to a new path of field jungle, a hush instantly falls.  The silence is serene.

Instantly, they become impossible to count in the tall brush. If you’re lucky, you can see a few tails upended.  Occasionally a head pokes up on a long neck for an orienting glance around.

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