This is something I meant to mention last week.
I got a slab of ribs from Archibald's, polished most of them off, and gave the chickens a couple of bones to peck at. They took a sniff, and a peck, and shockingly, WALKED AWAY! What?! My chickens don't like RIBS?!?! I don't know what the problem is, but it's certainly strange. I wish I had time to teach them the ways of the rib.
But they do like raisins. In fact I'm giving them a raisin snack right at this moment. Wait a sec.... Scratch now has a fuzzy string stuck on her beak, from pecking the carpet, and she can't get it off. She's not happy about it. Hold on...
Come here, girl.
Okay...I got it off for her.
Speaking of eating, it's odd; whenever I'm feeding them snacks, Sratch is always the more voracious chicken. She takes the biggest bites, and goes for every one, whereas Scout is more hesitant, not as aggressive. You would think the boy be more voracious, but no...it's the pullet. Maybe she knows she'll be laying soon and is compelled to eat for two. Or three. Or several hundred over her lifetime.
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