Well, not a a partridge, and not a pear tree. Peering out at the photographer: our not-as-stealth-as-they-think-they-are juvenile hens roosting in their new favorite tree: a sapote. They're not laying eggs yet, but have finally taken to launching into the trees at night to guard against predator attacks. Baby chicks don't roost, so we know we're halfway to eggs when a young hen starts to fly at night. True story: back in the day when I was married and living in the suburbs of San Clemente and commuting to the family farm...I raised our chickens against city ordinance law right there in San Clemente and then brought them; squawking and clucking to the farm when I (inevitably) was issued a San Clemente "chicken ticket." The kids couldn't bare to leave the cute babies at the farm all week, only seeing them on the weekends, and I truly have always enjoyed raising baby chicks. Even today, so many years later, I get such a kick out of watching their antics. Ofte...