tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post6832937603314171403..comments2024-03-28T20:13:22.915-05:00Comments on PRACTICAL PARSIMONY: I Love My Chickens, But....Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14991571309786149363noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-42573539453049457822012-10-17T13:01:24.808-05:002012-10-17T13:01:24.808-05:00My free range chickens race to me every time they ...My free range chickens race to me every time they see me and start to beg like they are starving. Red grapes are like chicken heroin, apparently. And every single time they see the open door, they race inside like we are having a hurricane. We live in so. cal. sothe weather is nice.Pattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03316345355188384564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-67462175276161906582012-10-05T18:42:22.406-05:002012-10-05T18:42:22.406-05:00Sue,
He never feeds them when they come to the do...Sue, <br />He never feeds them when they come to the door. He only feeds them in their pen. Yes, he can tell they have sad faces, sometimes.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14991571309786149363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-7828645317557530652012-10-05T18:03:24.574-05:002012-10-05T18:03:24.574-05:00Hahaha! That's so funny that they ran when exb...Hahaha! That's so funny that they ran when exbf opened the door and then walked away dejected when they saw it wasn't you. Smart girls! lolSue Frelickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13150735651127251014noreply@blogger.com