There are a lot of sayings about chickens, which you can check out over at Backyard Chickens, but the most prevalent idea about what chicken means is scared. And these chickens live up to that stereotype. Whenever we feed or water them they run around like they’ve lost their heads, spilling food and water all over the place. Which takes us back to square one.
And sometimes, I find their box in such a state it’s like there was a cock fight in there (which is, of course, impossible with four hens). We’ve taken to giving them water several times a day rather than leave the water feeder out there, because they run around in it and get water everywhere. A wet bed can be lethal for chicks, but so can dehydration, so it is a delicate balance. It’s a pain, but still not even a little bit close to having newborn baby humans (much less twins) so we shall persevere.
One thing we found out on our last round of chickens was how much they like worms. They snap them up like candy. A chicken is never happier than when the worms come out after the rain (that should be a proverb of some sort).
This time around, we are preparing a really yummy snack when they get older: grubs. They are actually maggots, or a juvenile form of a soldier fly. My husband got a contraption that takes compost pile materials (most scraps left after dinner) and turns them into chicken snacks. And the grubs we’ll get are neat and clean, and even keep what we now call the “filth flies” away. And they don’t bite! Today my husband put some hooks so we could secure the grub maker closed and away from others who might like to eat the scraps (I’m looking at you mr. raccoon). This week, we get a package of grubs in the mail. Good Times!