The baby chickens are up their cute and adorable ways again.

I have been trying for some time now to get them to eat from my hand.  Being chickens, they are too chicken to try.

I do not think it is a matter of trust.  Whenever I come into the back room, they come running up to greet me, “Cheep, Cheep, Cheep.”  “Peep, Peep, Peep!”

They are just chicken.

I never realized the full extent to calling somebody chicken before.  The name fits the bill.  I think the only thing more chicken than a chicken is, well, my dog, Paxton.

Paxton, for all of his bluster, is a chicken.  Paxton can and does strike fear in the hearts of those who do not know him.  He is intimidating.  He can rip, snarl, tear like the big dog he is~BUT~if you rip, snarl, tear right back at him?  Well, he will run and hide with the best of them.

Back to the chickens.

Today, finally, they ate from my hands.  I was able to literally hand feed my baby chickens.  They were not tentative in the least.  They dove right in!  I had a treat for them today~Scratch Grain.

Ah, scratch grain.  The chocolate chip cookiedum of chickenhood.  Yup.  That did the trick!

They are so Darn Cute!!!