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Wednesday, April 11, 2012
My dear, generous-to-a-fault sister gifted my chickens on Easter with...
Urk. I know they are not alive. I know they are just dried bits of fowl food. But, it is just so, so, so, ICKY. It takes Herculean effort to get my hand in that bag, I'll tell you. However, the chickens think they are the bee's knees. I went out with my shaky handful and tossed it in their direction. They ran up, came to a screeching halt - stuck their necks out and gave them the beady-eye. Then they descended on them like a herd of feathered piranhas! I barely got out with my socks on. I will have to be more careful in spreading the meal-worm-love. Besides, it will probably take me a few days to get my nerve up enough to stick my hand in that bag again.