Dear Diary...

Dear Diary,
We have been here now for 13 days. I didn't know what a day was before, but here some of the time it is light, which is a day, and some of the time it is dark, which is a night. On the first day when it got dark, we didn't know that chickens are supposed to go into the chicken house to sleep at night, so we had to be put in there by the humans.

Day 2:
The house is dark and warm and cosy. When it got light again, when it was day, we didn't want to come out of the house into the strange green world, so we stayed put. The humans put food and water in the house for us and we snuggled together, my sisters and I, wondering when we would be taken back to The Big Shed.

Day 3:
Today the humans put our food and drink just outside the chicken house. By now we were feeling a bit braver and a bit curious, so we came out to eat and drink and had a good look round. We find the chicken-like creatures in the adjoining pen most fascinating, although they have strange habits. They scratch at the green tufted ground and eat the green tufts! Late in the day the human came back and threw some grains down for the chicken-like ones. They ate the grains with great enthusiasm. We want to try some.

We each laid an egg today, in the strange box like divisions at the back of the house. These are enclosed and we feel safe there.

This evening we knew that it was time for bed when it began to get dark. I think the human was surprised to find we had put ourselves away when she came down to shut the door of the chicken house. Hah! we may be confused, but we are not stupid.

Day 4:
This morning we were eager to get out of the house and explore some more. We were bumping at the door when the human came down to open it for us.

We have tried eating some of the green tufty stuff, and you know, it's not bad. Not bad at all. We have also experimented with scratching the ground and our food, which for some reason is immensely satisfying. We even scratched all our bedding out of the house!!!

We have also been pecking each other to establish the hierarchy of our little flock. The human doesn't seem to approve, but I think she knows we have to do this. Good heavens, can you imagine? It would be anarchy without a head chicken to obey.

Day 5:
After we scratched all the bedding out and made it muddy yesterday, the human is now only opening a small door in the chicken house which she calls a 'pop hole', instead of the whole side of the house. This is going to make scratching all that bedding out a real chore, I can tell you. But we girls are equal to the task. As compensation, we have been given access to an additional area of green tuftiness. Yum!

We have now learned to come running for our grain ration in the late afternoon when the human appears and calls, 'Chookies!'. Grain is nice. I like it even better than green tuftiness.

Day 13:
Dear Diary, I have been too busy to record my thoughts. There is so much to explore in this strange and amazing new world. We have eaten 'strawberries', been chased by giant chickens called 'geese', water drops have fallen from the sky on many occasions - each day there is something new and wonderful to experience.

I will close now, as I am too busy to write more. But I am no longer confused. I am sure this is heaven and not hell.