It rained hard here in Santiago City, Isabela last night. Such a relief from the heat that the news on the radio and TV had been blurting out on the air.
This morning a batch has to be slaughtered and we walk to the pen quietly. It was so nippy cool and fresh after the rain. They had not been fed anymore as they are going to be dressed today. They greet you as they think you are there to give them food.
As I am typing now, there are several around me and literally pecking at my legs and pulling my skirt. Then giving a look and pointing their beak to crates of food nearby.