Our chickens have entered adolescence and we're doing everything we can to keep them away from pot, tattoos, and punk rock.

Their feathers (as opposed to fuzz) are coming in and so the Rhode Island Reds are actually turning red:


So far, we've only found two "people" foods the chickens will eat out of our hands: cheese and rice:


YAR MATEY!

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