The Little Baby Hens’ Big Day 🐥 | Farm Animal Story for Kids | Mickey Kids

In a cozy old barn at the break of day, five baby hens came out to play. The sun peeked in with a golden smile, and the farmyard woke up with joy and style. They were tiny and round, with soft yellow fluff. Their feathers were fuzzy, their voices not tough. Peep, peep, they chirped in a squeaky line, following their mama, looking so fine. Hen one named Penny was brave and bold. She flapped her wings and strutted like gold. She saw a butterfly, bright and blue, and off she ran in the morning dew. Hen two was Daisy, so gentle and sweet. She liked to dance on her little feet. She spun in circles on grassy ground, until she fell down without a sound. Hen three was Nibbles, always so busy, chasing his tail till he got dizzy. He pecked at a worm, then blinked in surprise, as it wiggled away right before his eyes. Four was Rosie, always so loud. She clucked at the cows and talked to the cloud. She found a puddle and jumped with glee, splashing the pig who squealed, let me be. Hen five, the youngest, was Little Blue. She waddled along in her tiny shoes. She stayed close to mama, a quiet little thing, listening to the bees and birds that sing. Mama hen, cluck, stay close, my dears. There's fun and games, but also fears. Watch for the cat and the rooster, shout, and don't wander far when we're out and about. But oh, what's that behind the hay? A big red ball had rolled it away. The baby hens gasped and gave it a chase, bouncing and bumping all over the place. They rolled through the carrots, the corn, and the peas. They tumbled and giggled and sprayed their knees till mama called, it's nap time now. Let's snuggle up beneath the plow. So the little hens curled in a feathery pile, warm and safe in country style. They dreamed of fields, the sky so blue. In a cozy old barn at the break of day, five baby hens came out to play. The sun peeked in with a golden smile, and the farmyard woke up with joy and style. They were tiny and round, with soft yellow fluff. Their feathers were fuzzy, their voices not tough. Peep, peep, they chirped in a squeaky line, following their mama, looking so fine. Hen one named Penny was brave and bold. She flapped her wings and strutted like gold. She saw a butterfly brightly blue, and off she ran in the morning dew. Hen two was Daisy, so gentle and sweet. She liked to dance on her little feet. She spun in circles on grassy ground, until she fell down without a sound. Hen three was Nibbles, always so busy, chasing his tail till he got dizzy. He pecked at a worm, then blinked in surprise as it wiggled away right before his eyes. Four was Rosie, always so loud. She clucked at the cows and talked to the cloud. She found a puddle, and jumped with glee, splashing the pig who squealed, let me be. Hen five, the youngest, was Little Blue. She waddled along in her tiny shoes. She stayed close to mama, a quiet little thing, listening to the bees and birds that sing. Mama hen clucked, stay close my dears, there's fun and games, but also fears. Watch for the cat and the rooster's shout, and don't wander far when we're out and about. But oh, what's that behind the hay? A big red ball had rolled it away. The baby hens gasped and gave it a chase, bouncing and bumping all over the place. They rolled through the carrots, the corn and the peas. It tumbled and giggled and sprayed their knees till mama called, it's nap time now. Let's snuggle up beneath the plow. So the little hens curled in a feathery pile, warm and safe in country style. They dreamed of fields, the sky so blue. In a cozy old barn at the break of day, five baby hens came out to play. The sun peeked in with a golden smile, and the farmyard woke up with joy and style. They were tiny and round, with soft yellow fluff. Their feathers were fuzzy, their voices not tough. Peep, peep, they chirped in a squeaky line, following their mama, looking so fine. Hen one named Penny was brave and bold. She flapped her wings and strutted like gold. She saw a butterfly bright and blue, and off she ran in the morning dew. Hen two was Daisy, so gentle and sweet. She liked to dance on her little feet. She spun in circles on grassy ground, until she fell down without a sound. Hen three was Nibbles, always so busy, chasing his tail till he got dizzy. He pecked at a worm and blinked in surprise, as it wiggled away right before his eyes. Four was Rosie, always so loud. She clucked at the cows and talked to the cloud. She found a puddle and jumped with glee, splashing the pig who squealed, let me be. Hen five, the youngest, was Little Lou. She waddled along in her tiny shoes. She stayed close to mama, a quiet little thing, listening to the bees and birds that sing. Mama hen clucked, stay close my dears, there's fun and games, but also fears. Watch for the cat and the rooster's shout, and don't wander far when we're out and about. But oh, what's that behind the hay? A big red ball had rolled it away. The baby hens gasped and gave it a chase, bouncing and bumping all over the place. They rolled through the carrots, the corn and the peas. They tumbled and giggled and scraped their knees till mama called, it's nap time now. Let's snuggle up beneath the plow. So the little hens curled in a feathery pile, warm and safe in country style. They dreamed of fields, the sky so blue. In a cozy old barn at the break of day, five baby hens came out to play. The sun peeked in with a golden smile, and the farmyard woke up with joy and style. They were tiny and round, with soft yellow fluff. Their feathers were fuzzy, their voices not tough. Peep, peep, they chirped in a squeaky line, following their mama, looking so fine. Hen one, named Penny, was brave and bold. She flapped her wings and strutted like gold. She saw a butterfly, bright and blue, and off she ran in the morning dew. Hen two was Daisy, so gentle and sweet. She liked to dance on her little feet. She spun in circles on grassy ground, until she fell down without a sound. Hen three was Nibbles, always so busy, chasing his tail till he got dizzy. He pecked at a worm, then blinked in surprise, as it wiggled away right before his eyes. Four was Rosie, always so loud. She clucked at the cows and talked to the cloud. She found a puddle, and jumped with glee, splashing the pig who squealed, let me be. Hen five, the youngest, was Little Blue. She waddled along in her tiny shoes. She stayed close to mama, a quiet little thing. Listened to the bees and birds that sing. Mama hen clucked, stay close my dears, there's fun and games, but also fears. Watch for the cat and the rooster's shout, and don't wander far when we're out and about. But oh, what's that behind the hay? A big red ball had rolled it away. The baby hens gasped and gave it a chase, bouncing and bumping all over the place. They rolled through the carrots, the corn, and the peas. It tumbled and giggled and sprayed their knees till mama called, it's nap time now. Let's snuggle up beneath the plow. So the little hens curled in a feathery pile, warm and safe in country style. They dreamed of fields, the sky so blue.