I had to rehome my birds a couple months ago, and I miss them dearly. My absolute favorite part of the day was dumping the bowl of that day’s kitchen scraps off the back porch. They had become so accustomed to it that if they heard the back door open, the damn things would come running like it was some weird chickeny religious call to prayer.

You dump the bowl and then watch them go to town. When everything’s nearly gone, one chicken will get up to nerve to grab the best goody that’s left and tear off. And now they all abandoned the rest of it to chase her and play Bell Peppers Seed Pod Tag.

I miss my birdies. :(