One little dudette in particular has realized I mean food. This little chick is less than half the size of the other chicks due to her jacked up beak.
She makes it hard for me to walk when I'm anywhere in the vicinity of the chicken coop. She prefers to be standing on one of my feet. This bird spends ALL of her time eating simply to stay alive. She's a fighter.
Today Chacey Lane got a reprieve from the Monster's incessant chasing mixed with shouts of "Kay-yay" when he realized he could get a rise out of the chicks.
The reaction he was able to get out of forty or so chicks was much better than what he got from a single dog or cat. If it weren't for the fact that I prefer the peepers stay in their own enclosure and he helped make that happen, I'd almost have felt sorry for them.