Feeding my little chickens

Feeding time with the little chickens is like hosting the world’s tiniest, most chaotic dinner party. As soon as they see my hand full of food, they charge at me like I’m handing out golden tickets. Their beady eyes zero in on the treats, and they start pecking away with the enthusiasm of a toddler discovering candy. One brave chick hops onto my arm, clearly deciding that proximity equals priority, while another somehow manages to wedge itself between my fingers, pecking furiously like it’s the last meal on Earth. It’s a hilarious, ticklish frenzy, with tiny beaks tapping and little feet scrambling, all for the grand prize of a few crumbs.