Figured I’d share a laugh with y’all this morning. So, I found myself in another classic standoff—with a chicken. Not just any random chicken, my own chicken “Dumpling”. She’s got the pecking order down, and apparently, I’m not at the top. We go through this routine every day. No matter what I offer, she’s convinced I’m holding out on something even better. She circles me like a feathery detective, giving me the side-eye and checking me over, just in case I’m hiding a secret snack.
Today though, she decided to hold the feed bucket hostage by plopping herself right on top of the lid. Apparently, refills are strictly by her approval now. I guess she wanted something other than feed—maybe a five-star breakfast buffet or a side of mealworms flambé.
Honestly, I think she’s training for the Chicken Olympics in the “Suspicion and Interrogation” event. I could offer her a golden corn cob and she’d still look at me like, “Is that all you’ve got, human?”
Sometimes I swear she’s waiting for me to break out the charcuterie board—because regular feed just isn’t cutting it for this diva.
Let’s be clear: these chickens aren’t starving. Their feed container holds a whopping 50 lbs of food—enough to keep even the most dramatic hen satisfied. But apparently, what’s in the bowl is never as good as what’s in my hand (or what they imagine is in my hand).
I swear, if chickens could write Yelp reviews, mine would say: “Feed bucket security: excellent. Human negotiation skills: questionable. Next time, bring snacks worthy of a chicken queen.”
Hope my little Dumplings antics brought a smile to your morning! ☀️🐔
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