Yesterday was hot, and I recalled someone's telling me about how much chickens love watermelon. So I drove to the store with nothing in mind but my buying a watermelon for chickens. I came home, straight to the kitchen, got out the long knife, cut slices, put them in a plastic bag, and went straight to the coop, bag in hand.
I opened the coop door, went in, placed the watermelon slices on the floor, and stood waiting for the Hallelujah Chorus to begin. Nothing.
But that was okay, they'd eat it after I left.
This morning, I cut them up the other half, put it in a bag, went to the coop, bag in hand, ... yesterday's watermelon had not been touched...
I opened the coop door, went in, placed the watermelon slices on the floor, and stood waiting for the Hallelujah Chorus to begin. Nothing.
But that was okay, they'd eat it after I left.
This morning, I cut them up the other half, put it in a bag, went to the coop, bag in hand, ... yesterday's watermelon had not been touched...