2011年9月8日木曜日

BBQ. Chicken.

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.

Apparently not.



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.

2 件のコメント:

Gina さんのコメント...

"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"

I have not read a funnier paragraph in weeks! So glad you're back to blogging! Preferring their eggs to legs, LMAO!

thefukases さんのコメント...

Thanks. You have to see the funny side of life some days, hey? And you know what- I was out burning off again today and the crazy chooks? Same thing. Weird!