No Respect..

I have ungrateful chickens.
One would think that providing warmth, shelter, food, water, and sweet cuddles would garner some reciprocation.  Gratefulness.  Thankfulness.  Warm fuzzies.  Not my little ingrates.

Especially this little ingrate ^

This little bugger has run at me, puffed out his chest and tried to peck my eyes out.

Two days in a row.  Okay, so he didn't try to peck my eyes out.  He did run at me, puff himself up and act like he wanted to peck my eyes out though.  

I get no respect. 

I actually think it is a rooster.  I *think* I have two roosters but I'm pretty sure this little guy is one.  I won't be able to tell for sure for a while yet.

This little one was the only sweet one out of the bunch.  The picture reminded me of P.W.'s picture of her horse,  L.B.   If you have no clue what I'm talking about click  here to see the picture. 

I was playing around with back lighting subjects in my pictures this morning.  I really like how this one turned out. As far as the lighting and details.  Not the fact that it is a chicken's rump.

L.B. the chicken is getting the others to turn on me.  I just know it.  I feel like the farmer in Click, Clack, Moo, Cows That Type.  

Just look at them plotting.