Up Close and Chickenal, Part II

The next victim chicken we grabbed was probably a Redcap. She was a bit stiff at first:



Holding her this way as opposed to any other way seemed to calm her down. Or at least she didn't wiggle around frantically that way. Perhaps she was so petrified by what was going on that she felt death was imminent and decided to just go with it.

In any case, she did eventually relax. We put her on my lap and petted her a bit.



She seemed at peace so I let her go.



She then did this:





She was already to second base. Our relationship was moving along waaaay faster than I had anticipated. But it turned out okay. She didn't go for my eyes or anything, for which I was most grateful.

More to come...