My birds didn't know if they were being punished or rewarded. X-mas eve involved a night time visit with lots of maintenance for the flocks, including applying saddles and pinless peepers. After that they were like, "What have we done to deserve this? Our flock mistress is a cruel woman!"
But, then I followed it up with a day of culinary surprises that appeased even the most picky birds- strawberries, melon rinds, shrimp parts, ham, turkey parts, scrambled eggs, bits of homemade bread, bits of homemade donuts, grapes, veggies parts, BOSS, and even some "Reindeer Food" (shhh...don't tell little Miss V!). After about the third trip to the coop I was forgiven for my transgressions on X-mas eve. Their crops were so full a few of them looked as though may have fallen onto their faces at any moment from the sheer weight.
Then this morning I was feeding and watering them and I got the hairy eyeball from several birds. I swear they were saying, "What? This is it? You're kidding, right? Where's the rest of the good food?"
Ingrates.