I hope I never lose my sense of wonder. If that makes me naive, then so be it.

Saturday, 7 August 2010

farm lesson #426

Chickens, even ones with prim names like Queen Victoria (Vicky, for short - the girls named her), will chase, catch, kill, and eat little frogs on the grass.

Yes, really.


I had seen the chickens chase little moths flitting above the top of the grass, and even seen them curious around a frog that had been mowed by accident. But this cold, unrelenting pursuit was something new.

Granted, this did get me thinking of a scenario where a fox sneaks up on what he thinks is a weak little chicken, an easy supper, then BAM! Queen Victoria chicken ninja strike!

It could happen.

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