A few weeks ago I wrote about how Charlie, our Black Coper Marans chicken liked to come into the house and head straight to the dog’s bowls of food and water.
When she was a chick, Charlie lived in our house for 6 months (I know, I know) and as our dog Pippin was her closest flock member, she quickly discovered that eating what he was eating was far better than eating what we wanted her to eat (chicken feed from the supply store.) For months our dog and chicken ate out of the same bowls.
Whatever, hakuna matata, we rolled with it.
Charlie eventually moved outside to join the “real” flock. But this past weekend, once again we found Charlie having her fill of what must be the world’s yummiest wanna-be chicken feed.
It only goes to show that you although you can take the chicken out of the house, apparently you can never really take the house (or dog in this case) out of the chicken.
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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