I had just made chocolate zucchini muffins (mmm!) and brough one out to the backyard to eat it. Chickens gather. Our conversation went something like this:
"No, Olympia, you may not have a muffin."
"Brrrawwwwk!"
"Awwww.... maybe you can get the bits off the wrapper, you cutie pie."
I finish my muffin. Hold out the wrapper. Wham! Faster than a speeding bullet, off goes Olympia, the wrapper clutched firmly in her beak. I race after her. She holds on- a peice of wrapper actually tore off in her beak when I snatched it back.
I had a similar incedent on Friday when they decided the wax paper covering my sandwich would make a good toy. I haven't seen it since.
Moral: do not give your chickens muffin wrappers, even if they say "Braaaawk".
"No, Olympia, you may not have a muffin."
"Brrrawwwwk!"
"Awwww.... maybe you can get the bits off the wrapper, you cutie pie."
I finish my muffin. Hold out the wrapper. Wham! Faster than a speeding bullet, off goes Olympia, the wrapper clutched firmly in her beak. I race after her. She holds on- a peice of wrapper actually tore off in her beak when I snatched it back.
I had a similar incedent on Friday when they decided the wax paper covering my sandwich would make a good toy. I haven't seen it since.
Moral: do not give your chickens muffin wrappers, even if they say "Braaaawk".