However, I am pleased to say that after a week (I really haven't been counting) the chickens know me as food. Like, serious food. Meal worms to be exact. Little One loves me! At least I am telling myself that. I can now walk into the back yard, she runs up to me and checks out my hand as it moves down to pick her up, and then she sits quietly in my arms for a few minutes until she realizes I don't have any worms at the moment and starts peeping like, "Hey! What the devil?! Where are my treats?!" And then I set her down and she follows me until I give her something to munch on. I know hug a chicken every day :)
Now, the weird thing... Not bad since the compost pile is growing because of it, but they just do NOT eat kitchen scraps. I keep setting stuff out, they will look at, peck it to check it out, and then walk away. My old Girls used to go INSANE for kitchen scraps. I just don't get it... Maybe these girls need to grow more so that their pallets can mature and appreciate kitchen scrap goodness....
|Left Profile of Little One|
|"This is my better side"|
|Little One, Blackie, Big Red, Blondie (We are soooo original with names this time around)|
|They really will perch anywhere|
|They perch even on flat things...|