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My feathered friends know I'm a soft touch with snacks

My feathered friends know I'm a soft touch with snacks, though to be clear, the snacks are not for them. But they've figured out that if they loiter long enough, they'll likely get a sample. It's a classic case of fowl manipulation, and I'm falling for it every single time. Honestly, I respect the hustle. These girls have turned loitering into an art form, and I'm just here, handing over treats like a well-trained butler. If you think your chickens don't have you wrapped around their little talons, think again. For more feathered friend drama, check out our piece on "Possum gatecrashes twice, now my feathered friends are fowl-playing bedtime", because apparently, bedtime rebellion is contagious around here.