I had to leave for work early yesterday, to get there before the snow started. I didn't have time to check on the chickens before I left.
When I got home around 4pm, and went in the coop, they met me at the door with their wings on their hips! I was hit in the head with a rotten tomato or two, and the language would make a sailor blush. (I think I saw my picture on a dart board at the back of the coop). Even the offering of freshly chopped red leaf lettuce did little to appease them. You'd think they'd been without food and water for a week! I guess it didn't help that the younger girls are all starting to lay this week and perhaps this new effort has them feeling out of sorts. I saw that poor Liberace, my silkie mix rooster, had a wound on his comb, so I know he'd been getting "hen pecked" too. So, on their orders, I ran back to the house and cooked up a batch of scrambled eggs for them and ran back to them with whole grain bread and eggs. After scarfing down the food offering and pecking me a few times, the riot was quelled.
Whatever you do, DON'T . . . FORGET . . . THE . . . OATMEAL.