- May 12, 2012
- 75
- 0
- 39
We had pasta for dinner tonight, so I thought "hey I have some left over why not take some to the kids in the brooder"
So I figured 5 chicks so 5 little shell pastas. Talk about laugh.. my gosh. They get a bit brutal... I kept telling them their was enough for everyone but they insisted on trying to kill each other for the one "chosen" pasta.
Fast forward 3 hours.... I go down to do more laundry and as I walk through the door they all start squaking and rubber knecking trying to see IF mom brought them more goodies.
I still remember when my mom had chickens she also had a garden and when she found a pesky tomato worm she would throw it over into the chicken yard. That is when "chicken football" began. That poor worm... never had a chance. She would throw all her scraps out to them as well.... they were like little vultures. LOL

So I figured 5 chicks so 5 little shell pastas. Talk about laugh.. my gosh. They get a bit brutal... I kept telling them their was enough for everyone but they insisted on trying to kill each other for the one "chosen" pasta.
Fast forward 3 hours.... I go down to do more laundry and as I walk through the door they all start squaking and rubber knecking trying to see IF mom brought them more goodies.

I still remember when my mom had chickens she also had a garden and when she found a pesky tomato worm she would throw it over into the chicken yard. That is when "chicken football" began. That poor worm... never had a chance. She would throw all her scraps out to them as well.... they were like little vultures. LOL