Not fit for a chicken.

Yesterday Bryan found an old package of graham crackers sitting on a window ledge in the garage. There were a few stale, mid-sized chunks remaining in the bottom. So, like we do with most food scraps that we do not plan on consuming ourselves, he tossed them to las gallinas. In their usual frenzy of excitement they ran over to peck at our offerings. They were sorely disappointed. Not one of the chickens snacked on the graham crackers. Nope, not even one little nibble. It was like they did not even recognize them as being edible.

Now, I realize that graham crackers are not the healthiest snack, but surely they are decent enough for a chicken? Apparently not, I checked this morning and all the little bits lay in the same position as when Bryan threw them out yesterday, completely untouched. Bryan and I were astonished, and our opinion of graham crackers quickly changed. Maybe these chickens could sense something we couldn't. Maybe if our chickens didn't deem them fit to eat, we shouldn't either.

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As I pulled out my grocery list last night before departing for the store. I saw I had graham crackers listed, I took my pen and crossed them out. The chickens have me sort of spooked.