The chickens, dressed in their new feathers are back. They sit outside my studio, wallow in the their dirt baths under the hen house and cluck and preen under the lilac bush.
The won’t go in the barn, not yet, Zip still has control over that. But they don’t run from him or stay away like they had been.
Maybe they finally realized that they are bigger than he is. And perhaps he’s too busy chasing rats and mice and moles and voles to bother with chickens.