It always makes me chuckle a little when I throw out the chicken’s scratch, and how they practically dive onto the ground and peck up as much as they can cram in their beaks. Kind of a “Mine, Mine, Mine! Get away! Mine!” It’s like chicken crack.
I guess that makes me a scratch dealer… well, the first one’s always free.
Look at them looking at me like, where’s some more? Where’s the rest?! They’re always comin’ back for dat Heisenberg.