Today we decided to get the chickens a little treat, thinking they'd dig it and feeling guilty that they've been in the barn for more than a month now. So we got them a GIANT compressed block of seed and other things near and dear to a chicken's heart. We figured it would take them several days to work on it, and it'd give them some entertainment.
But at first it was NOT well received.
Safe Distance was kept at all times, and even ever-hungry Sora, the
white Leghorn, was cautious. Moet the buff Frizzle Cochin and Boots the
partridge Cochin, both fearless bantams, were in the vanguard and took
point on Operation What The Hell IS It.
Eventually they relaxed a
bit and moved in, Sora and Gloria, our two main foodotropic girls,
trying an experimental peck. Phoenix the roo is getting closer, but
still keeping an eye on The Thing.
Hurrah, The Thing is found to be food and therefore is wholly approved of! Peepsquire moves in to claim King of the Hill rights.
what we expected to last at least one day was GONE in less than two
hours. I blame the Brahmas, who eat like a cloud of 50,000 locusts and
are the size of small horses.