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E-Chick wrote: Okay, I'm still freaked out from seeing that old movie, "The Birds" back in the day, but come on! These are chickens that want treats, not eyeballs (I hope)!
Tippi understands...
I am not Dr. Doolittle, or a peg-legged pirate in a Robert Louis Stevenson swashbuckler (parrot on the shoulder), or the Empress of the now defunct Cochin China tossing bird seed into my hair before morning prayers.
Might of worked for those characters, but I'll rely on my old jungle fatigue hat (wide brim), pullets fly up, check it out, maybe (if so inclined) drop a load on the giant toad, but I'll still have my eyes, if not my dignity, once the flock moves on to attack the Grey Tree Frogs...
My other non-negotiable chook rule I follow: NEVER let the roo out with children. Our guy is easy going for a roo, but all it took was a new pair of mud boots (yellow stripe around soles) to set him off and it took two weeks before he adjusted to being shoved around with the new pair. They are unpredictable (ours naps between us on the back deck steps, but he's a roo and he will remind us of that fact - wouldn't keep him if he didn't).
Got to go find a phone booth...