Poor bugger was beating himself against the chicken wire mesh until he finally broke through to get at the chicks. I couldn't quite figure out his intents until I saw him squat underneath the girls with his beak gaping up wide open. This fledgling apparently lost his mama and figured the chicks would due as surrogates. Yeah, not really. The girls stared into the baby's mouth and did what any chicken would do. Went for the tongue like it was a tasty worm. I tried to get him inside and give him a little food, but he flew off into the basement rafters. After an hour's chase, climbing on furniture to try and capture the flighty devil, I gave up as I had had a long day at the Sunset Magazine Celebration. Let's hope this little tale has a Dr. Suess ending. If only I were a Snort. Then maybe I could find his mother.
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