Cracked Corn

I was asked if my chickens were going to get stockings for Christmas. "Of course," I said. "Except they are shaped like talons."

I never did get around to make those stockings, so I bought a bag of cracked corn instead. The Queens were ok with that. See how happy they are?

I don't know if it is the weather or if they are growing more fond of me, but they don't squawk and run/fly away from me like they used to. Now they just stand around clucking while I refill their food and water, thank them for their eggs and collect their days' work.