Bebe’s chicken management duties interrupted our afternoon walk. We found this young hen huddled in the underbrush near the creek. I suspect she was hiding from those big bully roosters. 
Or pouting. It’s hard to tell, chickens not having lips and all.
What! No Lips?
Then what are those “Chicken Lips” I’ve been eating!
Clever post! Beautiful dog, but I think I’ve told you that already. If not, beautiful dog.