Rebecca can't sleep unless she's snugly tucked up in someone else's feathers. It's always been that way. The feathers in question, generally speaking, have belonged to Irene.
Finally, after over a year of having first one Araucana, and then both of them, making themselves comfortable at her expense, Irene has rebelled.
Just like Popeye, she decided "I can't stands no more!". So despite a noticeable absence of spinach, she has found a space in the coop where it's difficult for them to burrow into her plumage. She gets herself settled and sits firmly down. That way, neither of the little blighters can worm their way underneath her and squat between her legs, like they do. Ha!
It doesn't bother Punk very much. She's tough, she can take it; the hell with it, she'll roost on the perch. But Rebecca has never had the independent streak that Punk exhibits. She needs to be able to snuggle.
Which is how Fizz found himself precariously wobbling on the perch with an Araucana (almost the same size as him) tucked between his legs.
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