Yesterday, at last, I succeeded in dropping a worm at the feet of the bullied Dark Cornish hen. She looked right at it and walked away, as if eating it would get her into worse trouble. I begin to have more sympathy with the aggressors.
The White Orpingtons recognize food, or at least to potential for food, critical seconds before any of the others. They are learning that when I approach the tractor, something tasty is in the offing and by the time I toss in whatever it is, they are already in position. Whatever lands, is in their beaks while the Buffs are still looking at it deciding if it's edible or not. The difference between survival instinct and bullying is blurred with chickens.
No comments:
Post a Comment