I grew up on a dairy farm and one of the many other animals we raised were chickens. Whenever I would try to feed the ugly little demons, they would chase me and peck at my legs. When I would help feed the cows, the intelligent behemoths would happily start waddling over and mooing in excitement.
I grew up on a dairy farm and one of the many other animals we raised were chickens. Whenever I would try to feed the ugly little demons, they would chase me and peck at my legs. When I would help feed the cows, the intelligent behemoths would happily start waddling over and mooing in excitement.
They really are.