Their feet are clean and just beautiful. Their eyes are alert and always on the hunt for a few bugs or worms, and Lord help you if you get out of your car with a plastic grocery bag or a fast food sack because they will all converge on you like a gang of little pointy beaked thugs just to get a bite of anything you drop – they don’t care what it is. They want it.
They provide me with endless entertainment. Chicken TV hosts some hilarious episodes, and I love getting the lawn chair and a handful of corn out and spending thirty minutes, doling out treats to them all.
We moved the feed cans and are trying to get the chickens to free range a little further into the forest. The big dogs are good protectors of the chickens, and I am very comfortable with letting them go further.
I know the forest is full of pine needle mulch, and under that are all sorts of bugs that they will love eating. This involves tossing lots of corn into the underbrush for them. So far, so good!
This white hen just cracked me up in this picture.