Each morning I call out to my four Silver Lace Wyandottes, "Here, (or Hear...listener's choice), Chookie-chook-chook-chook." Every morning for months.
I got these four chickens in June or so. I ordered "older" chicks (or, as I call them, chooks). Not day-old little chicks, but some with a few weeks of life to them, so that I could forego the month or months of babying the baby chicks. Cute though they be, baby chicks are smelly and labor-intensive. Older chooks, ugly though they be, have a greater viability rate.
All I ask of this coexistence between my feeding/housing them, and their existence on our property, is that they provide us with a daily egg, That's all I ask.
Hooray! Yesterday was a one-egg morning. Today? A stellar two-egg morning! By George, I think they've got it!
Yes: Apparently, we have become the Clampetts.