- Mar 8, 2014
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Today I was visiting with my lovely ladies as they free ranged around the yard when a bird, maybe a small sparrow, decided to fall out of a tree. Maybe it was young, maybe it was injured, but it couldn't fly away.
My "pack" of hens chases it down using very impressive coordination and pecked the poor thing to death. Then ate it.
I wonder if they said 'Mm! Tastes like chicken!'
To make matters worse I had to explain to the neighborhood kids seen it and now refuse to pet my 'monster birds' out of fear of being eaten themselves! I guess that explains why I never see any birds anymore. And maybe even the odd lack of squirrels recently...
I wish I knew what to feel. I'm stuck between 'That was AWESOME!' and mortified at the same time.
My "pack" of hens chases it down using very impressive coordination and pecked the poor thing to death. Then ate it.
I wonder if they said 'Mm! Tastes like chicken!'
To make matters worse I had to explain to the neighborhood kids seen it and now refuse to pet my 'monster birds' out of fear of being eaten themselves! I guess that explains why I never see any birds anymore. And maybe even the odd lack of squirrels recently...
