chicken dreams and other things

Everyday I'm fascinated by these chickens. I stare in wonder at their daily activities. I feel as if I am a discoverer of an ancient civilization or biologist who has stumbled upon a never before seen species. This is the problem with living in the suburbs all my life. I mean, these things stretch their legs and wings, throw their head back to drink, give eye contact (come on, I am their mom), they yawn (very, very cute) and I think I saw one of "the girls" wake up from a dream, dare I say a nightmare. She was sleeping, like they all do in 2 minutes intervals ( no wonder they aren't too bright) and woke with a start. You should have seen the terror in her eyes. I could have sworn I heard a whispered, "No Colonel!"