This past weekend I had to dig up an area around my grandmothers septic tank so the plumber guy could pump it out, I did the digging so that he couldn't charge grandmother for it. Since the area around the tank is wet there are of course going to be worms everywhere. I was thinking that I'd be able to use some for fishing (gram lives on a lake)..... the chickens thought otherwise. Every time I swung the pick to break up the soil the chickens were there waiting, every shovel full of dirt/worms had them all over it scratching and picking. So I stupidly started trying to "shoo" them away so I could get some worms myself. Our largest RIR decided that she'd peck the crap out of my hand and then go back to eating. About the third time this happened I quickly grabbed her and sort of tossed her about 8 feet out to the side. Kind of a "it's my turn for worms" move. Yeah that was a mistake. She instantly came running back in and jumped up on my calf (I was wearing shorts) and began scratching and pecking.
So I ran off. There I was, a grown man of 41 winters, who's been in the military, and been deployed.... and I'm running from a darn chicken! Oh but wait. It gets better.
At some point we reached a truce so that I got some worms and so did they. The little sneaksters waited until I was putting the tools away and promptly turned over the can I had my worms in and ate them all.
And it gets even better......
As I'm putting them up for the night the same chicken I had the conflict with walks past me into the coop and as she does she reaches out and pecks me on my toe, one last shot of the conflict just to make sure I know who won that one.
My grandmother was laughing so hard at all of this that I thought she'd fall over.
So I ran off. There I was, a grown man of 41 winters, who's been in the military, and been deployed.... and I'm running from a darn chicken! Oh but wait. It gets better.
At some point we reached a truce so that I got some worms and so did they. The little sneaksters waited until I was putting the tools away and promptly turned over the can I had my worms in and ate them all.
And it gets even better......
As I'm putting them up for the night the same chicken I had the conflict with walks past me into the coop and as she does she reaches out and pecks me on my toe, one last shot of the conflict just to make sure I know who won that one.
My grandmother was laughing so hard at all of this that I thought she'd fall over.
