whew, you kinda scared me at first..lol
now, i never really said paitent birds, i meant to say, i make them wait, sorta...
they scramble to be first at the gate when they hear me walk around the corner of the house. I throw a few scoops into the yard, so that i can get a foot or two thru. I take all the scraps from the day and keep them in a biggish bowl. After i make my way (slowly) through the mass i also add their feed in with the scraps, makes it go further. They know the routine of who gets first and all. Its funny, they train easier then the kids. The babies get thiers first, my pheasants fly up to the spoon to eat thiers. then goes the peafowl, they just want me to get it over with so they can eat. lol then the game birds, they just squwak at me to get out of thier area. then comes the blind guy and his gal, that takes a min to get him situated, by then, the big ones are drooling at me,(I've seen the puddles rofl) Then comes the fun!
We've got pics of them eating, I'll see where they're at and try to get them on today. Hubby laffs that it's more fun then watching t.v. It's what finally calmed me and my leghorn down , we've had that love/hate relationship, not sure which actually loves, maybe it's hate/hate? lol