The free ranging the chooks thing is going quite well. Anytime I'm out weeding or doing something in the garden I let them out and they follow me around, sitting on my feet as I dig wanting front row seats to the juicy worms and earwigs, slaters and miscellaneous bugs that are turned up. Sometimes I have to physically move them out of the way as they stand scratching and pecking directly in the past of the hoe.
So I know that they are pretty fearless things (either that or just really greedy!) but I was sure that there was some hardwired evolutionary thing in all animals that made them naturally and completely afraid of fire.
Seems our chooks have a penchant for cooked bugs. can't blame them. If I was going to eat a worm I'd prefer it BBQed too but seriously. And this isn't even the closest they got- they were right up there pecking bugs off the stumps as the smoke drew the bugs out. I kept trying to explain to them the concept of BBQ chicken and how I preferred them for their eggs than their legs but they are fearless. Or greedy. Or crazy.