Wednesday, March 23, 2011
This is the delima;
my chickens are deathly afraid of me.
They all run to the corner
and make it look like I have a lot of chickens
confined in a small area.
I try to teach them to come to "chick-chick"
called in a high voice like "kitty-kitty".
These are the looks I get.
I try to be still and just watch them,
hoping they will get used to it
and go about their chicken business,
but they don't buy it for a minute.
I wanted to name them so we could get to know each other on a
more personal basis.
But short of painting their toenails different colors.
I have no way of telling them apart.
So it looks like I am going to have to resort to treats.
That's okay. Love me for what I bring you.
I got my first egg today.
They deserve treats.
And a little more patients on my part.
Aren't they pretty though?