When I finally opened the coop door, the pullets hastily pushed each other aside, trying to get out first. First to hop out was Lime, who made a hysterical performance of flying out of the coop, spastically flapping about, then circling about a full 360 degree turn, and ending with a run at full throttle towards the enclosure door. This was probably Lime's idea of fun; all that replied to her actions were my held in giggling, and the consistent and impatient moaning and groanings of the chickens, who were waiting in the doorway. Next was Lemon, who also made an interesting contribution to prove the excellence in the performance of flight in chickens. Charcoal was the loudest of all. Squawking like a pigeon that had had it's tail feathers stepped on, she landed too far and quickly corrected the direction in her flying and followed the rest of the flock, who were already making their way to their chicken enclosure.
Then a bit farther past the doorway stood. . . the pumpkins!
Peering at the strange twisted inside of the pumpkin, Lemon fights between temptation and reason. |
They find it wise to keep an extra eye on the big on especially. |
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In approximately 30 minutes. . .
The entire flock catches on to the purpose of the pumpkins and begin their feast. |
Before:
After (the next day):
You can see that there is a great difference in the pumpkin in the next day it was left out, the pullets apparently love eating pumpkin. |
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