Chicks eat, well, chick food. Actually it's called chick starter or crumbles. It looks like kitty litter and doesn't smell much better. It's full of some stuff, supposed to be good for ya... I'm very excited about the prospect of feeding the girls some "real food", so we started to feed them spiders. I'm sure my arachnophobic family will appreciate that and have new found respect for me. The thing is that in this part of Southwestern Ontario (my city is not revealed to protect the not-so-innocent) we have a lot of spiders, especially near the water (said body of water is not named for the same reason). As soon as it is a little warm, those beggars come out in full force. It's funny, because in years gone by, I didn't mind the spiders. I let them live in my house as long as they didn't get in the way. My porch is a veritable spider gallery. A fat juicy spider hangs every foot or so, happily spinning it's webs or capturing prey. They are quite compelling. However, my chicken-mother instinct has tainted my spider love. So in a moment of motherly spite, I picked up one of these spiders and swung it by it's own web over the girls' heads. (I had no concern for retribution because I don't believe in Karma). The girls must have a built-in "spider radar" since they went bonkers for this poor thing. OK, I did feel slightly badly for the spider pinata -really I did. But I got over the guilt (not big on guilt either) and it is now almost a daily habit. I thought I would try some human food as well. Seeing as fruit has no feelings (as far as I know) I tried a chunk of apple. They fought over that as well, but not with quite as much enthusiasm. When I die, I sure hope I'm not wrong and come back as a spider, or an apple - what a shame that would be!
n.b. shout out to my girl "Zippy" for being my model - she's one hot chick!
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