So last night I'm hanging out in the backyard with my girls - they were enjoying some free ranging time while I relaxed at the end of the day. DH brought me a plate of spaghetti (he often cooks dinner for us - what a guy, hunh? And he's a really good cook). (You know where this is going, but it was just so cute and fun I had to share !)
Everyone is oblivious to my plate except for one EE who came up to me. It was like I could understand her little chicken noises, "Whatcha got?" she asked. I answered her just as I was about to take my first bite. "Spaghetti. Want some?" "Yeah. Sure." I hold a piece of pasta out for her and she snags it from my fingers and slurps it down. She's back for more before I can take my own bite. After 4 or 5 repeats of this, the others figure out something good is getting passed out, and I've got 9 chickens gathered around me, all wanting a taste. They showed amazingly good manners and didn't jump onto the chair - or my plate (!). They waited for me to choose a strand of pasta and hold it out in my fingers, and very nicely took it. I had a moment of concern when I noticed a raw, apparently bleeding spot on one of the girl's combs. When I noticed the same condition on 3 others I realized it was spaghetti sauce.
Everyone got a good sampling and voted DH the best spaghetti cook in the area.
Who knew chickens could be such entertaining companions? (And yes, I did manage to eat some of the spaghetti myself...)
Everyone is oblivious to my plate except for one EE who came up to me. It was like I could understand her little chicken noises, "Whatcha got?" she asked. I answered her just as I was about to take my first bite. "Spaghetti. Want some?" "Yeah. Sure." I hold a piece of pasta out for her and she snags it from my fingers and slurps it down. She's back for more before I can take my own bite. After 4 or 5 repeats of this, the others figure out something good is getting passed out, and I've got 9 chickens gathered around me, all wanting a taste. They showed amazingly good manners and didn't jump onto the chair - or my plate (!). They waited for me to choose a strand of pasta and hold it out in my fingers, and very nicely took it. I had a moment of concern when I noticed a raw, apparently bleeding spot on one of the girl's combs. When I noticed the same condition on 3 others I realized it was spaghetti sauce.
Who knew chickens could be such entertaining companions? (And yes, I did manage to eat some of the spaghetti myself...)
