Of all the animals, I hate hens the most. Look, it is faint, the comb on its head is always drooping, it looks listless forever, and its eyes are always gloomy; Two wings are also lazy, and the feathers of the whole body are dull and dull. My chubby belly was dragged on the ground, and my whole body was always dirty. Look at that cock, it's far away from it. Cocks always hold their necks high, their heads high, their heads held high, and they always look refreshed.
This is just one of the reasons why I hate it. What I hate most is its sound. Its cry never ends. As soon as it laid an egg, it giggled to the front yard, and then giggled from the front yard to the backyard. That afternoon, the whole village was quiet, and you could hear the wind blowing the leaves of the buttonwood tree in front of the door.
I was about to fall asleep, "Rhoda! Giggle! " I woke up with a loud cry. I immediately ran downstairs angrily and kicked the hen. It shook its body and barked even harder. No way. I can't turn it off. I had to put up with this tragic sin and stayed up all afternoon.
But what happened later, I no longer hate hens.
Hens hatch eggs and give birth to children, so I can always see a hen leading a group of furry chicks to the grass for food.
The sun shines warmly on the earth, and on the green grass, hens are leisurely taking their chicks for food. Some chickens are chasing and fighting, some are basking in the sun, and some are carefully learning to catch bugs from their mothers. Look, they saw a "target" carefully walk past, while it was unprepared, pecked it with a hooked mouth, and there was a bug under the stomach.
Inadvertently, a chicken broke away from the group and went further and further. Only when the chicken walked to the fence did a big wild cat jump out of the haystack. This big wild cat has a pair of ferocious eyes. It opened its jaws. At the critical moment, the hen appeared in front of the chicken.