Because PEAS are attacking! Go hide as far away as you can from the green legume menace!-
-At least, I'm pretty sure that is what my chickens thought. They're eight weeks, and it seems everything new, even though new and delicious, is something to be feared! No wonder someone who is afraid is called a chicken! It takes a lot of convincing my little scaredy chickens that something is a tasty treat! The first time I introduced romaine lettuce to them you could have sworn I was letting a bobcat loose in the coop! Thankfully now if I come into the coop with a handful of lettuce they attack and devour it like a pack of little raptor chickens on a fresh kill, but whoo, it took long enough! So the newest treat I introduced today, fresh peas (not in pod), is apparently the new evil that must be feared. One brave soul picked up a pea in his beak and ran around with it like it was a bomb, scattering the other chickens as they fled the evil pea!
And so after futility trying to scratch at the peas with my fingers to make them realize it is tasty, I just left the peas in the coop. I am sure when I go back later today the peas will either be A: scattered all over the place or B: devoured by a bunch of now brave looking chickens.
-At least, I'm pretty sure that is what my chickens thought. They're eight weeks, and it seems everything new, even though new and delicious, is something to be feared! No wonder someone who is afraid is called a chicken! It takes a lot of convincing my little scaredy chickens that something is a tasty treat! The first time I introduced romaine lettuce to them you could have sworn I was letting a bobcat loose in the coop! Thankfully now if I come into the coop with a handful of lettuce they attack and devour it like a pack of little raptor chickens on a fresh kill, but whoo, it took long enough! So the newest treat I introduced today, fresh peas (not in pod), is apparently the new evil that must be feared. One brave soul picked up a pea in his beak and ran around with it like it was a bomb, scattering the other chickens as they fled the evil pea!

And so after futility trying to scratch at the peas with my fingers to make them realize it is tasty, I just left the peas in the coop. I am sure when I go back later today the peas will either be A: scattered all over the place or B: devoured by a bunch of now brave looking chickens.