Oh, keep going Flight and Little, do not be a piggly wiggly.
Definitely cake is on the ‘me and you’.
Keep it up Gail. Chicken range, extraordinaire.
I told you in my last blog that I feared for Flight, that I thought she was on that downward spiral to chicken heaven – or should that be an upward spiral to chicken heaven? Possibly.
For days I tempted her with the odd squashed grape, watching while she cocked her head, as if half blind, to stare drunkenly at it until Little barged in and scoffed the grape in one. I tempted and wiggled cooked spaghetti beneath her tightly closed beak …until Little barged in and scoffed it in one.
As Flight grew thinner, Little grew fatter. I will be renaming her Big at this rate.
And then – Flight pecked at, and swallowed, a grape seed. An hour later she murdered an ant and managed to eat it after 4 attempts. I left them out in the sunshine for most of the day and by roosting…
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