The other day, thinking I was being the best Chicken Momma in the world, I took two whole cobs of corn out to my chookies for a treat.
I put them on the ground and then quickly stepped back to avoid a collision with what I thought would be a flapping, squawking flock of 7 corn-crazed chickens.
Nope.
They had a quick peak at the cobs, then slowly backed away like I had left a bomb in their coop. They stood watching from a distance for a while before dispersing in various directions.
The cobs stayed on the ground, untouched, for a whole day before I removed them.
What the?
I was SURE they would love corn on the cob! Are my chickens the only crazy ones out there?
What have your chookies refused to eat, which you thought technically they should love?
Krista
I put them on the ground and then quickly stepped back to avoid a collision with what I thought would be a flapping, squawking flock of 7 corn-crazed chickens.
Nope.
They had a quick peak at the cobs, then slowly backed away like I had left a bomb in their coop. They stood watching from a distance for a while before dispersing in various directions.
The cobs stayed on the ground, untouched, for a whole day before I removed them.
What the?

I was SURE they would love corn on the cob! Are my chickens the only crazy ones out there?

What have your chookies refused to eat, which you thought technically they should love?
Krista