No matter how bad things get in the world, if you’ve got chooks, there’s always something to laugh about.
I was pruning off the lower branches from the stand of Blackwood wattles down in the back corner, when I noticed that the bed of fallen, decaying leaves under them was several inches thick.
They were damp after the recent rain and scrunching around in them, I found lots of little creepy-crawlies.
The Girls will like these I thought, and went to get the wheelbarrow.
I’m starting to think that heritage breed chooks are Very Highly Strung. I’ve only got to sneeze near them and my three practically go into cardiac arrest. When a neighbour was helping me out recently with some chainsawing near their run, they were beside themselves with fear at the noise (Oh, for a placid Isa Brown that will sit on my lap and purr when I stroke her!).
So when I dumped the barrowload of leaves into their playground they took one look and bolted into the corner, waiting for it to explode and blow them to smithereens.
When the pile showed no sign of doing that, they ventured out one by one to look at this strange new phenomenon. One of them gave an experimental scratch and leaves went flying. That was it…..it was one in, all in! The pile of leaves was reduced to a thin layer over the entire playground. They had a ball!
One of them caught a large moth. She ran with it, wings flapping (the moth, not her). The others ran after her, the three of them doing wheelies around the pile of logs in the centre.
She wanted to put it down to deal with it, but didn’t dare. She knew she’d lose it. Eventually she did lose it and the chase started anew. I thought, at least they’re getting some exercise which is good for them (I doubted the moth thought so).
Next day, I got them another barrowload. This time they were ready. They knew it wasn’t going to explode and they knew there was food in there! They dived in and the chase was on again. This time it was big brown grubs.
I could watch their antics all day, but unfortunately there’s work to be done.