Yesterday when we were watching the game, (what game? Only the one that Argentina won) I heard a strange noise in the other room.
Is Charlie in the house? I asked my daughter who had just let our dog, Pippin outside for a few minutes.
“Yeah, as soon as she saw the door was open, she rushed inside.”
Sure enough, Charlie had gone straight to Pippin’s dog bowl and started pecking away at the dry food. When she lived in our house, Charlie refused all chicken feed and instead would only eat the kibble from Pippin’s bowl. Why not? They slept together, stands to reason that they would break bread together.
“Sweetheart, we need to put her back outside,” I told my daughter.
“I will,” she replied, “as soon as I give her some frozen mealworms.”
But just like when you give a mouse a cookie, when you give a chicken some frozen meal worms,
Another chicken will decide to join in on the fun. Pretty soon, if you’re not careful, you start getting *those* looks from a mostly tolerant husband who is only willing to bend so far when it comes to chickens in the house. Shoo girls, it’s a sunny day, back outdoors.
Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at Wendy@SimpleThrift.com
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