Oct. 31st

It’s almost impossible to walk in the back yard without stepping on a chicken.  They expect us to have treats for them and they flock to our feet as soon as they hear the screen door.

Is he holding any grapes?

I see grapes! Engage begging!

Daisy, create a distraction..I think I can grab the bowl!

Save some for meeeeeee!

If we ever did eat one of our chickens, (Heaven Forbid!) I’m pretty sure they’d be grape flavored.