We are two weeks old now and busy growing wing and tail feathers.
When I grow up I want to work in movies.
Oooo! You are such a tart, always flashing your fluffy knickers! I know what sort of movie you will end up in and it won't be a chick flick either.
You are such a prude...always sticking your beak in the air. I prefer to stick my parson's nose in the air. I'd be perfect for a remake of a Blues Brothers' movie...I can shake a tail feather.
They are so frivolous! They have no real life experience. I am still getting over the chicken abuse Henny dished out. I nearly lost an eye and in the movies I would have to play character roles.
We know we are all henlets but
we want to be roosters.
We hear they have more fun, so we have been practising on the edge of the washing basket.
Roosting, roosters, perching...get it?