Putting in time in the henhouse I would like to apologise for the steady barrage of hen pictures. But I won't. In fact I warn (both) readers to expect a steady stream of them as the spring and summer goes by. But maybe you'll get lucky and I will grow tired of the hens. Maybe. Don't count on it, but I dore bore easily.
So I came out to share my dinner with the hens (I'm still here now), and the good news is that, although they looked to be thinking about bedding down for the night and made cute little grumpy querulous noises when I got here, they -also- seemed very curious to see what I had with me. And, I am happy to report, I did not disappoint them. They got popcorn for the first time, and seemed quite delighted by it. They were a bit nervous about my hurling it towards them, though, because it takes considerably more vigorous hurling to toss popcorn across a room than it does to toos, say wheat or cracked corn. For dessert, we finished off with a jicy rind of cantalope, which they know well and love better. They are still finishing off one peice of it now. I learned to throw wet big stuff like the melon rind in the straw litter rather than the dirt area (where they get grains) because they tend to scratch food with the feet and turn it into the ground.

Ah, now they have come over to the piece of melon rind closest to me. One of the Sumatras is even leving the rind and visiting me, which is a good sign. Usually it's the Phoenix who shows interest in me. Booger - I somehow deleted the second pic while editing. I will repost it.

Still haven't named them yet.    ¶ 6:36 PM