Rock-a-bye Baby

I try to keep hens with chicks in a shelter at night, but one hen refused to oblige. I never could find where she spent the night. Then last week I was walking under the trees at dusk and heard the distinctive sound of happy chicks. I looked up.

The Peahen, on the other hand, gladly comes into a shelter every evening. The chicks have recently grown enough to fly up to the high perch.