There’s trouble brewing in the Lanai, y’all. And no, it’s not because someone forgot to refill the chick feeder (again). The temporary home for our baby chicks has officially become a drama zone. It is at a Real Housewives level. There are fewer cocktails, more feathers, and absolutely no filter.
Let me set the scene.
It’s a warm afternoon on the homestead. The sun is shining. The herbs are thriving. The baby chicks are living their absolute best bougie chick lives in the Lanai. This is their temporary glamping retreat before they move into the big coop. We lovingly hung a miniature swing in there. Obviously, our chicks deserve luxury. All six of them were taking turns like tiny angels on a playground. That is, until she showed up.
We don’t know her name yet, but let’s call her Pecky With the Good Hair. She strutted up to the swing. Her fluffy butt was fluffed extra. She gave the others a side-eye and just… pushed someone off.
Yes. You read that right. Full-on shoved a fellow chick off the swing. No clucks were exchanged. No warning peeps. Just a puff of feathers and then—boop! Down went our unsuspecting victim, right into the pine shavings.
Now, we’re not here to point fingers (or wings), but the lanai got real quiet after that. The others froze like they were suddenly in the world’s most intense chicken standoff. And the chick who got pushed? She didn’t say a word. She waddled to the far corner of the Lanai. She faced the wall like a tiny feathered philosopher. Then she stayed there for ten whole minutes.
Was she in time-out? Was she reflecting on her life choices? Was this the first act of a slow-burn revenge plot?
Honestly, we don’t know. But we do know that the swing now has rules. Someone has clearly emerged as the group’s Regina George.
We tried to interview the other chicks for clarification, but they all pretended like they didn’t see anything. Classic chick code.
We’re still trying to get to the bottom of who pecked whom and why. One thing’s for sure: these girls have personalities. You might think chickens don’t have drama. But somewhere in New Orleans, in a lovingly crafted Lanai, there’s a tiny fluffy diva ruling the roost. We’re just here to document the scandal.
Stay tuned for next week’s episode: Swing Gate 2025: Who Took the Last Mealworm?
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