But, this morning, as I was walking to the dirt mound, surrounded by chickens running along beside me in their excitement because they KNOW this routine, I received a little shock. The head-honcho chicken I call "Big Mama" decided that she didn't want to wait until we got to dirt mound for her to get some of the feed in the cup I was carrying, and she flew upward and gave a robust PECK to the cup in my hand.
I yelled out in surprise, "You little stinker!" I can't believe that I didn't drop the cup right there in the tall grass.
|My sweet chicken who "talks" to me...Miss Speckles.|
Since I walk with a bamboo stick as a Shepherd's staff most often, to keep the chickens away from my red toenails, I usually have less trouble with them pecking at me. It can hurt. But, this morning taught me to be especially careful with that red cup.
In the afternoons, Deputy Dave feeds them. Usually, he gets home from work and gets in some chicken-time. It is relaxing, except when they are flying toward your face in an attempt to knock the feed out of your hand.
One other lesson I learned this week is that dogs will eat the chicken feed. My Australian Shepherd steers clear of the feed, not his preference, but my old dog, Big Red, she obviously loves the chicken feed. I had sprinkled the feed onto the dirt mound, then walked back inside for a moment. As I walked back outside, I found Big Red standing over the mound and basically siphoning up the feed as fast as she could inhale.
|Here is Big Red on our acreage, trying to look innocent.|
She will eat ALL the chicken feed, if we don't watch her.
|Howdy does NOT eat the chicken feed. Lyla (Big Red) is the|
culprit. But, we just discovered that Howdy DOES love ice-cream.
|Howdy, the chicken-herding dog.|