Taking a cold day treat out to my hen, I discovered that carrying a hot dog up in plain sight was a dumb idea. Before I took 4 steps, I had a hen on my head! She mosied onto my shoulder, grabbing at that hotdog and gulping as fast as she could possibly swallow. I only hoped she would recognize my fingers. She did, stopping her chomping within 1 inch. Next was the water. I swear this hen speaks! She makes noises that sound like "awwtuh" and "ooo" for her roo. Or am I spending too much time with my feathered friend?
When my friend's mom had chickens, she used to take the left over bacon/cooking grease out to the birds and they would eat it all up. It was pretty gross, but some of those birds lived forever! They seemed to love all those gross, unhealthy goodies.