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Stormfeather is the only chicken I catch on camera drinking water these days.
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Does anyone have a chicken who has an extremely strange food addiction? Today, I brought Grandma in the house and unfortunately I didn't get a photo but I wanted to eat some ice cream and she was looking at me as if I was going to give her some. I didn't want to give her any because it was a triopolitan brookie ice cream, meaning there is chocolate in there. However, if she's going to give me that stank eye, sure. I would've said no but I wanted to see her reaction. Gave her a tiny amount and in a millisecond she's swallowed that cold sweet dessert up. What a mini monster. Now, before you go screaming at me for feeding a chicken something that is poisonous, mind you I don't feed her chocolate and/or ice cream every day. Or sweets for that matter. Grandma just couldn't get chocolate ice cream out of her head. She keeps licking her beak, asking for more. That's where I pulled the plug and told her no.
 
Does anyone have a chicken who has an extremely strange food addiction? Today, I brought Grandma in the house and unfortunately I didn't get a photo but I wanted to eat some ice cream and she was looking at me as if I was going to give her some. I didn't want to give her any because it was a triopolitan brookie ice cream, meaning there is chocolate in there. However, if she's going to give me that stank eye, sure. I would've said no but I wanted to see her reaction. Gave her a tiny amount and in a millisecond she's swallowed that cold sweet dessert up. What a mini monster. Now, before you go screaming at me for feeding a chicken something that is poisonous, mind you I don't feed her chocolate and/or ice cream every day. Or sweets for that matter. Grandma just couldn't get chocolate ice cream out of her head. She keeps licking her beak, asking for more. That's where I pulled the plug and told her no.
I may be related to Grandma. I don't have any in the house, but I woke up craving chocolate ice-cream!

Tax: mud chicken had to really pull to get her leg out of the mud. She sank a long way in! She ran to try the wild water from the drainage ditch I dug this afternoon.
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Does anyone have a chicken who has an extremely strange food addiction? Today, I brought Grandma in the house and unfortunately I didn't get a photo but I wanted to eat some ice cream and she was looking at me as if I was going to give her some. I didn't want to give her any because it was a triopolitan brookie ice cream, meaning there is chocolate in there. However, if she's going to give me that stank eye, sure. I would've said no but I wanted to see her reaction. Gave her a tiny amount and in a millisecond she's swallowed that cold sweet dessert up. What a mini monster. Now, before you go screaming at me for feeding a chicken something that is poisonous, mind you I don't feed her chocolate and/or ice cream every day. Or sweets for that matter. Grandma just couldn't get chocolate ice cream out of her head. She keeps licking her beak, asking for more. That's where I pulled the plug and told her no.
Coco prefers pizza 🍕 :idunno
 
I think the issue is me and whether I could every really cope with them. The best model would be to give them shelter and feed and let them loose. This means they will likely come back now and then but mostly live wild. A bunch will get taken by predators - especially if raising young on nests - and if numbers get too low I restock.
I can cope with all that nature in the raw that goes on for truly wild creatures.
I couldn't cope with that for my chickens or my cats.
Somehow Guineas would be a bit in between and I would have to learn not to fall in love with individual birds and not get stressed out that some go missing.
Not sure I can do that.
Oh and my other worry is the opposite. What if they are wildly successful and before I know it the whole neighborhood is taken over by hoards of marauding Guineas? Would I have to confess they were originally mine?!
 
Oh and my other worry is the opposite. What if they are wildly successful and before I know it the whole neighborhood is taken over by hoards of marauding Guineas? Would I have to confess they were originally mine?!
My husband once joked about buying a bunch of turkey chicks and letting them join the flocks of wild ones roaming around, just to see what people say. 😅
 

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