As I was trying to round up my Jerk Chickens before the storm coming in tonight I was reminded of a failed social event from this summer.
If all else fails, my spoiled chooks will always come running when they see me come out back with their little red meal worm treat cup (about 1/4 cup in size). This summer we had rare company (that’s not family), unbeknownst to me hubby invited the guys out back with their beers to enjoy BBQing in GA’s mosquito infested summer glory. Next thing I know I hear squawking and see several adult men running around the back yard…
Moral of the story, let your hubby know the chickens are trained to ambush the color red before he goes out and buys red solo cups for the BBQ bash We are famous in at least 2 states now.
If all else fails, my spoiled chooks will always come running when they see me come out back with their little red meal worm treat cup (about 1/4 cup in size). This summer we had rare company (that’s not family), unbeknownst to me hubby invited the guys out back with their beers to enjoy BBQing in GA’s mosquito infested summer glory. Next thing I know I hear squawking and see several adult men running around the back yard…
Moral of the story, let your hubby know the chickens are trained to ambush the color red before he goes out and buys red solo cups for the BBQ bash We are famous in at least 2 states now.