“Beryl (named for the aviatrix) is a pipsqueak with zero interest in social norms. I doubt that she will recognize the pecking order is a thing. My husband calls her Crazytown, as she is always racing around at full speed (until she completely passes out). When she gets a little piece of treat she races around squeaking her head off, pretty much inviting her sisters to chase her. She fears no one. She is master of our German Shepherd.”
“Picked up chicks at the post office and all three were alive and well. They were packaged very well and even had a warmer on the bottom to keep them warm.”
