Sometimes I’m too lazy to put my boots on and go down to the gate.
She’s on it.
She watches my every move. She’s in position.
She’s got to beat everyone else to the cookie.
By the time I toss down a second one, she knows she’ll have competition.
Clover hates competition.
Sometimes even the chickens are competition. The other day, I was tossing down cookies and a chicken made off with an ENTIRE cookie. Not a crumb, an ENTIRE gingerbread man cookie, gripped in its beak. I wished I’d had my camera with me to capture the chase and hullabaloo, but it looked something like this video from a while back. Here it is again in case you missed it: