Tastes Like Chicken

Grimmy likes to feed the chickens.
Well, he thinks he likes to eat his food. He has no idea why all these birds run around under his feet every time he eats. He sprays food everywhere because he's a warmblood.
One time he got excited and dumped his bucket. The chickens swarmed, and Grimmy was too intimidated to chase them off. Missing dinner seems to have cured him of bucket dumping.
The other day I heard a chicken squawk. I looked over to see if she'd been pawed. She was scuttling away, ruffled and offended. Grimmy was trying to figure out what to do with his mouthful of chicken feathers.
I guess she didn't move when he told her to, and he's finally decided the chickens fall below him in the pecking order. So to speak.
There is nothing so funny as a colt with an unexpected mouthful of chicken feathers.

-P