I got my six girls as a mix of one and two week olds, and for the first week and a half, they wanted nothing to do with me.
They had dubbed me Evil Overlord, and anything I gave them that was not chick feed was Definitely Poison. I tried all kinds of snacks to sway them to my side, but nothing worked.
I finally broke down and got some meal worms two days ago (closest supplier is 30 minutes away). They were scared at first, but one brave leghorn grabbed a worm from my hand and ran with it--after that, all the girls wanted to see what I brought them! The next morning when I went to check on them, they ran toward me instead of away from me--yay!!
I am no longer Evil Overlord, but rather Best Person Ever. (DH says I'm "the worm lady." Doesn't quite have the same ring...)
Last night I gave them a little cooked chicken (didn't even think about it; it was the scraps I had on hand), and the hubby now thinks I am a secret Evil Overlord conducting cannabalistic experiments on my subjects. But they loved it so much... I just hope I remember to cover any cuts when I'm in with the tiny T-rexes, or my new title may be Really Good Lunch.

I finally broke down and got some meal worms two days ago (closest supplier is 30 minutes away). They were scared at first, but one brave leghorn grabbed a worm from my hand and ran with it--after that, all the girls wanted to see what I brought them! The next morning when I went to check on them, they ran toward me instead of away from me--yay!!
I am no longer Evil Overlord, but rather Best Person Ever. (DH says I'm "the worm lady." Doesn't quite have the same ring...)
Last night I gave them a little cooked chicken (didn't even think about it; it was the scraps I had on hand), and the hubby now thinks I am a secret Evil Overlord conducting cannabalistic experiments on my subjects. But they loved it so much... I just hope I remember to cover any cuts when I'm in with the tiny T-rexes, or my new title may be Really Good Lunch.