First – Brady would like you to know that he, too, prefers to settle down into a nest. Of his own devising. This had been a nice tidy stack of newspaper the night before.
I bought a bag of chick grit last weekend, so I figured the girls were ready for their first encounter with Real Food. (The grit is for their gizzards, which is what chickens have instead of teeth.)
One flipped-over board in the yard yielded a nice collection of wood lice, earthworms, and baby slugs 1/4th inch long. I picked out one of each, dropped them into a Tupperware container, and brought them inside.
In hindsight, I guess most people would probably have dropped the bugs into the brooder box. But that just seems so uncivilized. I put them on a little soy sauce dish.
Their first reaction was to cower together in the Safe Corner.
After a few minutes, Martha (the bravest one) ventured out to investigate. Look at how she streeeeeetches her neck out to peer inside the dish!
Eventually someone picked up a bug, and all hell broke loose. Apparently there is nothing so tempting as the bug that someone else is holding. If you are holding a bug, you must run around VERY VERY FAST before someone snatches it away from you. There was no way the camera could keep up!