fuzzy butts

Fuzzy butts everywhere: my flock's gone full feathery free-for-all

So, the flock has officially gone full feathery free-for-all, and honestly? I'm not sure whether to laugh or run for cover. Fuzzy butts everywhere sounds less like a peaceful farm scene and more like a fluffy, chaotic mosh pit with beaks. There's something oddly endearing about chickens deciding the rules no longer apply, though. It's the kind of delightful pandemonium that makes you question who's really in charge, spoiler: it's never the human. If you're nodding along, you'll probably get a kick out of our story on the mystery hen who's got the internet clucking for answers. Because when it comes to feathered friends, the plot always thickens, right before someone pecks at your shoelaces.