The quiet squawking of the chickens was like a lullaby to rest of the animals. The chat was mainly politics with the chickens, politics of who could eat what, who would perch where, constant discussion with each other.
The chickens were early adopters of any form of technology, especially that of a social nature. They love to talk, there is a now a clear view amongst the chickens that the old, the ill and the young must be cared for. No one really cares to consider the darkness that we once lived in. Worms now go about their business not concerned by what was once a terrifying ordeal to survive alongside chickens. The chickens likewise have come to interact with humans without bearing grudge or desperation at what is now referred to what are now referred to as the dark days.
The technological revolution has allowed all to surpass their wildest dreams and each day brings with it new contentment at a new set of achievements. This is due to the way in which technological advances have a tendency to snowball, with one technological advances paving the way for others to be made more rapidly. Each as equally fulfilling as the next. Cockerels now have an equal standing in the society, as in the dark days their fate was determined simply by their sex.
The crow of the cockerels in the morning is now simply an alarm clock for the fox which once in the dark times considered it to be a dinner bell. The chickens love to bath in the dust on a summers day.