Hehe... I got a laugh out of this and thought a few of ya'll might as well. I'll preface this story by saying that my chickens LOVE apples. Of course, they don't love apples like an adult human would love apples; accepting of some minor imperfections and variations- rather, they love them like a four year old child; only if they're just so. Particularly with regard to the skins- I found that out the first time I dropped apples into their pens and returned to find paper thin, completley picked clean apple skins strewn all over the shavings. So what did I do? Like an over-indulgent chicken-mama, I started peeling the apples. For a time, all was well. Then Publix had a sale on the small, cheap red apples- you know, the not particularly savory kind that usually accompany a school lunch. Thinking herself generous, my dear grandmother purchased a pound of these apples for the girls (chickens). After all, they would just be happy for the treats, right? Not so my friends. Not so. I carefully peeled one of these little delicacies this morning, then walked outside and tossed it into the pen, being careful to stand clear of ground zero. They rushed the treats at first, as they usually do, but then the most peculiar thing happened. Each chicken took a single little taste, at most, then shook off their beaks in disgust and gave me the most withering look I've ever recieved from a bird. A look that demanded to know "What the hell is this garbage?" They then proceeded to stalk away, their tails quite literally stuck up in the air. Four hours later I finally picked it up because it was drawing flies. The worst part of this? I'll probably just start buying them the golden delicious that they like so much. Anybody else got a funny story of finicky chickens? Do tell.