Here it is, plain and simple:
Yesterday, I watched a chicken begging for a dried worm.
And, no. No alcohol was involved.
More facts: the hen is not quite a family pet, but almost. She lives a comfortable backyard life. She's a steady layer.
Obviously she's figured out what the plastic container of dried worms looks like, and yesterday she stood underfoot, deliberately looking up at the container in my hand, and stretching her head upward with her beak stabbing the air in the direction of same.
I swear she sort of almost jumped, once....
That's my story, I'm sticking to it.
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