Chickens don’t especially like hot, sunny weather, and our trio is no exception. Snow, Nellie and Hope tend to hide in the shade under the raised coop when the mercury tops 80 degrees, even though their outdoor run is shaded by an old patio umbrella. But, gluttonous little beasties that they are, they will emerge for treats, no matter how tropical the weather.
That was the case at 2:30 this afternoon, when “the girls” ran out from under the coop with alacrity as I approached, eager to see what was to be had. First, I placed some plain organic yogurt in their feed bowl, which they gobbled down with such speed that they splashed it all over their beaks and faces.
The next course consisted of freshly picked lettuce and kale from our gardens, followed, finally, by a few of our own strawberries and raspberries. The latter had them zigzagging around the pen at top speed, trying to grab as many berries as possible before the competition could "steal" them.
Our hens cannot free range on our city lot, which is not fully fenced in. Even if it were, they would quickly decimate the lawn and the gardens if allowed to scratch and peck at will, sampling whatever goodies caught their fancy. So they may not have what a chicken would view as the perfect life. But it ain't bad.
That was the case at 2:30 this afternoon, when “the girls” ran out from under the coop with alacrity as I approached, eager to see what was to be had. First, I placed some plain organic yogurt in their feed bowl, which they gobbled down with such speed that they splashed it all over their beaks and faces.
The next course consisted of freshly picked lettuce and kale from our gardens, followed, finally, by a few of our own strawberries and raspberries. The latter had them zigzagging around the pen at top speed, trying to grab as many berries as possible before the competition could "steal" them.
Our hens cannot free range on our city lot, which is not fully fenced in. Even if it were, they would quickly decimate the lawn and the gardens if allowed to scratch and peck at will, sampling whatever goodies caught their fancy. So they may not have what a chicken would view as the perfect life. But it ain't bad.
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