Chickens Here, Chickens There.
When we got inside the barn, and I was instantly met with a strong smell of hay and a faint hint of dinginess.
Out of nowhere a chicken fluttered. It was flying towards the rafter. Meanwhile, others were clacking and bauking along the baseboard and scurrying for safety. Thankfully, I hadn't been attacked by a screeching owl.
I turned to the bails of hay stacked against a main dividing wall. They were stacked in some parts, overflowed in others, and covered the entire floor they layed on.
Soon after, my eyes had become more adjusted. And I could pretty much see into the back room where the cows would feed. But the room was too dark to make out any figures. ( I believe I would have heard something by that point, but the fact still remained, the cows could be sleeping back there.) So I stepped softly.
Chickens were still ducking for cover, as I moved along watching out for rats. I hesitently stepped to the left.
Feeling safer now, I took a gander around the place, but stopped half way to look back at what I'd just saw in the rafters. I saw the chicken we first ran into. The one who ruffled her feathers and started all the rucus. And she was now perched high above the floor. She was ducked down on a rafter and scared, but she looked comfortable. You know, I bet she was relaxed because she could see me. But anyway the whole time I watched her, she was watching me.
John and Aaron were off looking around. And while they were busy, I was inspecting the entry room for anything worth talking about.
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