I have been giving my chicks treats since day 3. They love quinoa, flaxseed, clover, oats, and they even had a merry game of keep away with a piece of Rice Chex.
Everyone here talks about how their chickens just LOVE grapes. So I cut a few in half and placed them in the brooder. It was instantaneous. You know how in the "Matrix" every moving thing stops and the camera just moves around? It was just like that. They completely froze, 2 with their mouths hanging open. It was like they were caught in acrylic.
I just sat there watching them for a few minutes. Not a hint of movement or a peep. I whistled softly. Nothing. I finally reached in and poked lil' Peckalotte. She winced away and re-froze. I left in bemusement.
I just checked on them, it being several hours since I fed them the devil-grapes. They are sitting in a wide circle around the plate, eyeing it as if it is radioactive and they can just feel the wayward isotopes shredding their DNA. Come to think of it, I haven't heard them all evening. They are usually merrily chirping away over an interesting piece of shredded pine or trying to pick crumbs off each others' heads.
You little guys better make me some nice eggs, because you'll never make it 2 days on your own.
Everyone here talks about how their chickens just LOVE grapes. So I cut a few in half and placed them in the brooder. It was instantaneous. You know how in the "Matrix" every moving thing stops and the camera just moves around? It was just like that. They completely froze, 2 with their mouths hanging open. It was like they were caught in acrylic.
I just sat there watching them for a few minutes. Not a hint of movement or a peep. I whistled softly. Nothing. I finally reached in and poked lil' Peckalotte. She winced away and re-froze. I left in bemusement.
I just checked on them, it being several hours since I fed them the devil-grapes. They are sitting in a wide circle around the plate, eyeing it as if it is radioactive and they can just feel the wayward isotopes shredding their DNA. Come to think of it, I haven't heard them all evening. They are usually merrily chirping away over an interesting piece of shredded pine or trying to pick crumbs off each others' heads.
You little guys better make me some nice eggs, because you'll never make it 2 days on your own.